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THE LOG 



S.S. "FINLAND" 



1915 

Copyright, 19 15, By the Log Committee 






DEC 30 1915 



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PRO-LOG 

San Francisco in the summer of 1915 held a double lure for 
Harvard men — the nineteenth meeting of the Associated Harvard 
Clubs and the Panama-Pacific Exposition. So a number of Harvard 
graduates in the East, headed by Thomas W. Slocum, '90, with the 
aid of James A. Wright, '79, whose experience as a steamship agent 
proved of great value, secured for Harvard men and their families 
the refusal of all the first cabins of the steamer "Finland" of the 
Panama-Pacific line, bound from New York to San Francisco bj^ way 
of the Panama Canal. The "Finland" left port with three-hundred 
and-ten passengers, of whom two-hundred-and-fifty were in the 
category of Harvard men, their relatives and friends. Of these, one- 
hundred-and-six were Harvard graduates and undergraduates of all 
ages and classes, from C. W. Clifford, '65, down to the youngest of 
recently admitted freshmen. As the voyage progressed a genial spirit 
of friendliness spread among the passengers, resulting in enthusiastic 
co-operation toward the important end of having a good time. The 
tireless Joseph Linden Smith, instructor in fine arts and prince of 
pageantry, was master of revels, and under his ingenious direction 
original sports and entertainments flourished during the long voyage 
on two oceans and through the Canal that joins them. It was in 
response to a general demand for some permanent record of this 
memorable voyage, the names and characteristics of the passengers 
and what they enjoyed and endured together, that the arduous task 
of compiling this Log was undertaken. 



MONO-LOG 

BY THE CAPTAIN OF THE "FINLAND" 

The responsibility, the honor and the pleasures, due to the 
presence of the members of the Harvard Club, our distinguished 
passengers, on board the good old "Finland," made this cruise from 
New York to San Francisco via the "Culebra Cut" the most 
memorable event in my career. 

Therefore my thoughts and best wishes will be now and always 

with Harvard. 

R. PRAGER, 

Commander, 




CO 



LOG 



OF THE PANAMA-PACIFIC LINE 



S.S. "FINLAND" 



From New York (t 



Panama Canal and San Diego) toivarda San Francisco 
R. Prager, Commander 



1915. Saturday, July 31. At 4.08 p.m. 
left pier in New York. 5.50 p.m. passed 
Sandy Hook. 6.20 to G.24 p.m. stopped 
to discharge pilot. 6.30 p.m. passed Scot- 
land Lightship. 

Sweltering. — 97 degrees or thereabouts. 
Heat of great hotness. — Humidity of much 
drippiness. — Everybody wilted by weather 
but starched up by excitement. — Rush of 
cars, taxis, express wagons, trucks, etc., 
to pier. — Picturesque language of drivers, 
porters and passengers. — Confusion. — 
Ship reported to be still unloading. — Lack 
of help. — Nineteen stewards go on strike 
and quit. — Others would follow suit, but 
can't get their belongings off. — All trunks 
still on pier. — No trunk taken aboard until 
owner gives it personal introduction to 
official, with adequate assurances that it 
is a trunk of good character and social 
standing. — These little polite observances 
give ocean travel proper eclat. — Delay in 
handling baggage explained by steward: 
Dr. P. J. Finnigan of Cambridge sending 
onboard case of bottled cocktails. — Excel- 
lent family remedy, but takes strong men 
to carry them. — Hence lack of porters for 
less important cargo. — Rush for steamer 
chairs. — ^Throngs on deck. — Farewell 
kisses. — ^Handkerchiefs rampant. — Loud 
Harvard noises. — We're off! — Majesti- 
cally down the bay, through the Narrows, 
past Sandy Hook, — Out on broad Atlantic. 
— All in line in dining saloon engaging seats. 



— First meal on board. — Air warmer than 
the food. — Note by society reporter who 
has fine taste in names: "Among those 
present were Mrs. John Morrison-Fuller, 
Mr. A. Wilder Pollard, The Misses De- 
lano, Mr. and Mrs. Hubert de la Bache 
Wiegand, Mr. T. J. Oakley Rhinelander 11, 
Miss A. Von Schrader, Mrs. Henry Ashe 
Tilghmann,Mr.EwanCameronMacVeagh, 
Mr. Gamaliel C. St. John, Professor W. H. 
Schofield and chauffeur, Mr. David Ives 
Mackie and Mr. Van Duzer Burton." — 
Important event. — Smoking room with 
bar attachment discovered by expedition 
headed by Mr. Thomas Cary and Mr. 
Frederick P. Fish. — Great part of ship's 
company, however, turn in early. — Cabins 
good preparatory school for tropics. 
Clifford Swan reports capture of two 
fierce intruders in bunk. — Others silent in 
regard to possible trophies of the chase. 
Sweet repose settles down on good (or 
well-meaning) ship "Finland." 

Sunday, August 1. Wind, variable. 
Course, S. 2° E. Distance, 243 miles. 
Latitude, 36° 24' N. Longitude, 73° 43' 
W. Light winds, smooth sea. Fine 
weather. 

Up betimes. — Mix-up about bath as- 
signments, but all manage to appear 
properly washed. — Bugle call for break- 
fast. — Mr. Arthur P. Cushing reports bad 
egg. — Egg arrested, tried, convicted and 



sentenced to walk the plank. — 9 a.m., 
sentence executed. — More experienced 
stewards shedding floods of tears over 
new assistants. — Many of latter inefficient, 
but all willing. — Editor served by capable 
Bowery boy who talks his own language. — 
First religious services on board. — Warm 
on deck. — Prevailing breeze on port side. 
— High authority declares will be so 
throughout voyage. — Glad, for obvious 
reasons. — Ship's company still a bit stiff 
in demeanor. — Ladies studying each 
other's costumes out of corners of eyes. 
— Occasional " wonder - how - that - person - 
got - on - board " expression. — Inclination 
to stick to own steamer chairs. — Signs of 




coming thaw, nevertheless indicated. — 
Preliminary inventories of fellow-pas- 
sengers evidently being made on all sides. 
—Mr. and Mrs. Hubert de la Bache 
Wiegand our confessed bridal couple. 
— The F. Maurice Newtons also under 
suspicion, but issue strong denial. — Say 
have been married long, long time. — 
(Possibly as long as thirty whole days.) 
— Engaged couple, Mr. Grinnell Burt and 
Miss Helen Maclay. — Best looking man 
on board, splendidly built, and remarka- 
bly sweet-faced girl. — Always together, as 



right and proper.— Hearty congratulations . 
— All settling into pre-destined places. — 
Mr. A. Wilder Pollard in captain's cabin. 
— Messrs. Fish, Cowdin, Willard, Gary, 
Jackson, CuUinan, Coolidge, Slocum, 
Finnigan and Mackie, Senior in lounge, 
occasionally visited by Messrs. Delano 
and Williams. — John Dodd Williams in 
wireless room, far from the madding girls. 
— Rest of crowd beginning to scatter all 
over the place. — Bewildering beauty on 
all parts of all decks. — Every prospect 
pleases, and only Man is vile. — Susceptible 
Editor has fallen deep in love, at first 
sight, with little Miss Daution, and so is 
otherwise safe for the voyage. — Has con- 
fessed adoration to young lady's parents, 
who smile as though they were used to it. 
— Exceptionally nice crowd of youngsters 
on board, anyhow. — Lots of books appear 
in steamer chairs. — Also mysteriously dis- 
appear for parts unknown to legal owners. 
— Mrs. J. B, Curtis sitting in chair knit- 
ting, and talking about son, who is worth 
it. — John A. Morris in chair reading Bret 
Harte. — Arthur Burkhard, assistant pro- 
fessor of German, in chair reading George 
Meredith, and talking well about him, 
likewise about Browning, Shakespeare 
and kindred high lights. — Rochester H. 
Rogers in chair remembering that city of 
Rochester, New York, was named after 
his great uncle and that he was named 
after said city. — Reciprocity. — VanDuzer 
Burton in chair waiting for moustache to 
grow. — Greatest event after dinner is 
first Tea-passing. — Wild enthusiasm over 
accompanying cakes. — Sea calm. — Sev- 
eral young ladies obligingly talked to 
sleep by Tubby Davis, Edward Buell and 
others who shall be nameless because of 
editorial prerogative. — Sun set in clouds. 
— Gentle dreams. 

Monday, August 2. S.W.-S.S.W. wind. 
Course, S. 1° W. Distance, 300 miles. 



Latitude, 31° 24' N. Longitude, 73° 50' 
W. Moderate wind and sea. Fine and 
clear. 

Continued confusion as to baths, with 
signs of clearing. — Ship's company thaw- 
ing out a bit. — Swimming pool set up in 
forecastle. — All Harvard men tagged with 
crimson ribbons and cards bearing respec- 
tive names. — Ribbons really superfluous 
for reasons embalmed in song and story, 
but cards quite a convenience. — Every- 
body should wear them permanently. — 
As it is, will never get Williams family 
straightened out, but will go on record to 
extent of observation that Miss Sedric 
Williams is a thoroughbred. — After-din- 
ner consultation with experts in regard to 
prevailing household conditions. — Miss 
Elizabeth Thaxter, teaches domestic 
science, says there is no domestic science 
on board. — Mr. Elie Daution, long pre- 
siding genius at the Lafayette, famed for 
best food obtainable in New York, when 
asked opinion of table, smiled with true 
French politeness and praised the sur- 
rounding ocean. — Cheer up! — Talk with 
Mr. Charles B. Wilby. — Jolliest philoso- 
pher afloat. — Comes from Cincinnati and 
worships Miss Mary, his daughter. — 
Right, too. — Wonder how young C. C. 
Curtis keeps those white flannel suits so 
neat. — Have discovered that he once 
danced with Patricia Collinge. — Also 
wonder where William P. Nugent, Cornell, 
1916, bought or borrowed his neckwear. — 
All the Rhinelanders in evidence. — T. J. 
O. Rhinelander, lawyer, taking long trip 
on ocean to forget real estate, is pessi- 
mistic; lectures on moral courage. — 
Phillip Kip Rhinelander gets up for lunch 
and wishes he were in Tuxedo. — Motion 
seconded? — T.J. Oakley Rhinelander, II, 
shy, but can be persuaded to play poker. 
— Phillip Rhinelander, II, rumored to 
have great mechanical and musical abil- 
ity, but does a prodigious lot of nothing. 



— Captain came through publicly for first 
time. — Says ought to reach Colon Friday 
night and begin passage of Canal follow- 
ing morning. — Low growls from many 
who would like to take a look at Panama. 
— Mr. Fish put on coat and emerged from 
smoking room. — Removed cigar from 
orifice in which it belonged and made 
long, dramatic speech to ladies. — Proved 
woman's suffrage reversion to barbarism. 
— Disappeared. — Said to be in hiding for 
rest of voyage. — Why? — Afraid of Miss 
Selma Sullivan, prominent Ohio suffragist. 
— Wish she'd catch him and also George 
H. Tilghmann, '19, who already knows that 
he doesn't believe in suffrage, either. — 
Ishams, father and son, look delightfully 
alike. — So do Mrs. Steele and Miss Adele 
Steele. — Love to see them together. — 




Extraordinary sunset. — Warmth in 
plenty, and deck-sleeping becoming 
popular. — Pleasant dreams. — A few soft 
snores. 

Tuesday, August 3. S.-S.S.E. wind. 
Course, S. 4^° W. Distance, 327 miles. 
Latitude, 25° 57' N. Longitude, 74° 20' 
W. Light wnnd, slight sea. Fine and 
clear. 8.40 p.m. passed 5 miles east of 
San Salvador Island. 



Summoned to deck before six by loud 
explosion. — Proved to be Herbert F. 
Preston raising Cain about disappearance 
of steamer rug. — Startled by seeing sun 
rising on starboard in defiance of conven- 
tion. — Perfectly natural error in observa- 
tion. — Apparition was really rubicund 
countenance of Mr. Ralph May. — 
Famous as only man on board who never 
wears Palm Beach suit. — Does wear white 
hat with green lining. — Also perpetually 
surprised expression. — Great teller of sea 
tales. — Otherwise celebrated for kindliness 
and general efficiency. — Water becoming 
blue as Mrs. H. A. Tilghmann's eyes. — 
Manyflyingfish. — Prescott, alias" Rhino," 
Townsend watching them, said, "I don't 
see how those birds can stay under water 
so long." — Getting much livelier. — Shuf- 
fleboard playing in forecastle. — Other 
games flourish aft. — Passengers startled 
by sudden list of ship to port. — Investi- 




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gation showed phenomenon due to fact 
that Winnie Cowdin, Stamp Willard and 
Dave Coolidge, preparing for the opening 
jack.all dropped upon the leather cushions 
of the portside lounge at the same in- 
stant. — Admiral A. Wilder Pollard in 
smoking room making abstruse nautical 



calculations. — Uses book of logarithms. — 
Wonder and admiration of all Harvard 
men, none of whom really believed in 
logarithms. — Freshmen trotted in to 
observe logarithms in action for first 
time. — More excitement on deck. — Miss 
Hedwig Mierswa appeared in hat that did 
not match her collar.— In afternoon, hat- 
trimming contest and parade of millinery 
exhibits. — Nothing more about it here. — 
Sport editor's job. — Miss Mary W. Pome- 
roy talking to Mr. Wilby on hurricane 
deck. — Is an authority on Oriental an- 
tiquities. — Wouldn't believe it to look at 
her. — Wonder if she talks about Oriental 
antiquities when men are standing around 
three deep.^ — Past a three-master with all 
sails set. — Lovely sight.— Recalls Mrs. 
Hibbard in her daily new white dress, but 
ships can't smile. — Mrs. Hibbard ties 
broad black ribbon around her head in 
a manner, competent authorities say, that 
no one else could get away with. — At 
night, starboard deck cleared and lighted 
for dance.— Enjoyable time had by all 
implicated. — Light seen in distance. — 
Alleged to be on Watling Island or San 
Salvador, landfall of Columbus. — Stir on 
deck.— Caused, as usual at this late hour, 
by W. H. Slocum trying to round up his 
daughter, Miss Ruth, who is having the 
time of her young life. — Miss Ruth finally 
captured — Retires after customary family 
lecture. — Deep peace broods over good 
ship "Finland." 

Wednesday, August J^. S.E.-E.S.E. 
wind. Various courses. Distance, 316 
miles. Latitude, 20° 43' N. Longitude, 
74° 00' W. Light to fresh breeze and 
moderate sea. 2.20 a.m. to 5.30 a.m. 
passed through the Crooked Channel. 
2.00 P.M. Cape Maysi abeam. H.IO p.m. 
Havassa Isl. abeam. 

All hands piped forward bright and 
early to see Mr. J. Edward Weld take 




celebrated sitting dive into pool. — He 
does so with great splash, wearing glasses 
which he covers with both hands. — The 
Misses Blumer, familiar figures on deck in 
smock waists and headbands, now appear 
in bathing costume. — Good swimmers. — 
Also Miss Elizabeth Granger, Bryn Mawr 
1917, known as "Diana of the Deck." — 
Miss Granger reported at dance on especi- 
ally hot night in blue, fur-edged wrap, 
head swathed in tulle. — Probably suffered 
until elderly lady said, "And now that 
you've made your effect, my dear, why 
not take it off and be comfortable?" — 
Says there are just three people on board 
whom she ever cares to see again. — Ident- 
ity of lucky three still in doubt. — Lauren 
Carroll in evidence. — Lawyer and alder- 
man. — Dresses with great care and always 
appears with fresh flower in button-hole 
and shining morning face. — Girls say he is 
fearless and impartial flirt. — Think they 
may be mistaken as to impartiality. — Big 



wave broke on port bow, drenching many, 
including Recording Editor on hurricane 
deck. — Passed steamer at noon. — After 
lunch, Cuba clear on starboard. — Beauti- 
ful, mountainous coast. — Fresh, follow- 
ing wind gave relief from heat. — Clouds 
of flying fish.— Chat with Mr. Otto U. 
Von Schrader. — Comes from St. Louis 
and has traveled much on horseback on 
Pacific slope. — Also had audience with 
Miss A. Von Schrader, enjoying disgust 
of shoal of admirers. — She has traveled 
here and abroad, can talk and loves music. 
— First name, according to special re- 
porter, is "Akrata." — Grandfather was 
Greek scholar which accounts for pre- 
ceding. — Hot-foot poetry contest begun. 
— Toward evening, troubled island of 
Hayti appeared to port. — Headed through 
Windward Passage into Caribbean Sea. — 
Captain came through ship for second 
time. — Stars shed golden light on faces 
of sleepers on decks. 



Thursday, August 5. E.-E.N.E. wind. 
Various courses. Distance, 335 miles. 
Latitude, 15° 40' N. Longitude, 76° 21' 
W. Moderate to fresh breeze, rough sea. 




One a First Night on Deck. 



Long roll of the Caribbean. — Consider- 
able illness, unalleviated by time-honored 
jests about being "contributors to the 
Atlantic." — Sea does its worst, being evi- 
dently peeved because Harvard mis-pro- 
nunciation stresses second syllable of its 
name instead of first and third. — Under- 
stand now why pirates who infested these 
waters had such nasty dispositions. — 
Likewise understand why their victims 
walked the plank so bravely. — Never 
mind. — Plenty of distinguished com- 
panions in misery. — Three o'clock, pillow 
fight on boom across pool. — Highly suc- 
cessful from standpoint of spectators. — 
Special swimming hour for ladies estab- 
lished. — At 4.50 Miss Catherine Say re 
Burton appears for her special flat dive. 
— Miss Adele L. Steele has flat dive that is 
equally popular. — The Newtons rumored 
to be waiting for a special swimming hour 
for wedded pairs. — Special deck sleeping 
regulations being developed. — Sailor John 
roping off portion of deck at night. — 
Asked why.— Replied, " It iss a new order. 



De captain says dat after diss de ladiess 
mus' sleep by demselves and de gentlemen 
mus' sleep by dereselyes." — J. Edward 
Weld referred to as "Inspector of ladies' 
deck sleeping quarters." — Don't know 
whether or not he especially deserves title. 
— Varied sleeping customs and costumes. 
— Miss Mary S. Johnson wears bathing 
suit. — Looks well with hair streaming in 
wind. — Miss Lydia Bush wears blue 
kimono and hair tied with pink ribbon 
just over left eye. — Miss Bush, English 
actress of varied talents. — May enter 
moving-picture field in California. — Miss 
Daland and Miss Rosamond Elliot claim 
discovery of port deck as sleeping quarters. 




The Critics. 

1st.. Purist : This sleeping on deck is most unfortunate — 
very painful to a man of delicate feeling — oughtn't to be allowed. 

2d. Purist : Yes, it's scandalous I Why, last night about 
half past eleven I came on deck and found a crowd of girls 
sleeping right by my chair. It quite annoyed me all through 
my evening smoke. 



— Founders of exclusive "Ladies' Upstairs 
Sleeping Club." — Annoyed by followers 
and imitators. — Mrs. Clarence B. Denny 
one of pioneer sleepers on hurricane deck. 
— Induced captain to have life-boat 



shifted to give more space. — Likewise 
originator of great bean-bag contest that 
raged daily on hurricane deck until ap- 
pearance of plaintive sign, "The officers 
of the evening watch are trying hard to 
get a little sleep." — Men sleeping every- 
where else, especially on hatch covers, fore 
and aft. — Some don't wake until about 
9 A.M., and then only after being slammed 
repeatedly with a hard, hard pillow. — 
Must have fine tough consciences. — Most 
original sleeper said to be Mr. Francis 
Heck, alias "John D. Rockefeller," alias 
"Unk." — According to report, simply re- 
moves coat and slumbers on seat cushions 
of aft entrance hall. — Tale is told of 
Mr. William Edgar. — Came into smoking 
room and wailed, "What in Sam Hill shall 
I do? There's a woman sleeping on my 
mattress!" — Haven't heard what he did. 
— Sudden and untimely death of Editor 
of Log who penned lines above. — Imme- 
diate burial at sea with affecting services 
conducted by the Reverend J. Vance of 
Australia. — Lights out. 

Friday, August 6. E. N.E. wind. 
Course, S. 30^° W. Distance, 345 miles. 
Latitude, 10° 43' N. Longitude, 79° 21' 
W. Fresh breeze, passing rain showers; 
rough sea and moderate swell. 

Sunlight breaks on swimming tank. — 
This institution called by that distin- 
guished lawyer, Mr. W. A. Purrington, 
"The Pool of Siloam." — Why.'' — Because 
sleepers lie around it on their mattresses 
waiting for the spirit to stir the waters. — 
Evident from above that some lawyers do 
read their Bibles. — Water polo. — Wendell 
Townsend, better known as "Hippo," star 
in this sport. — Big chap, hard to stop. — 
Long line of Puritan ancestors makes him 
immune to flirtations. — Growls and chases 
girls away.^ — Little breeze till after lunch. 
— Occasional light rains. — Have to talk 
about weather in places.- — Proper thing 



to do in Logs. — Lightning. — Mist. — In 
touch with wireless at Isthmus. — Every- 
body excited. — Much bustling about and 
talk of going ashore. — Arthur Cushing 
especially busy, and buzzy as a hive of 
bees. — Rumors of big slide in Canal. — 
Don't care, want to see Panama. — Wire- 
less from Colon. — If arrive before sun- 
down will be medically inspected and 
allowed to go ashore for night. — Invita- 
tion sent to Governor-General Goethals 
to come to Colon and be feted. — Answer, 
Governor-General away, but Harvard 
men on Isthmus will arrange dinner dance 
at Washington Hotel, Colon. — Disquiet- 
ing indications that ship won't arrive in 
time. — Said to have lost some hours by 
deviating from course to avoid storm. — 
Dusk.^ — Shadowy mountains. — Clustered 
lights of Colon and curve of bright lamps 
of Cristobal. — Anchor at 6.30, too late for 
inspection. — No shore leave, no dance. — 
Great disappointment, especially in 
younger set. — Murmurs and mutterings 
of mutiny. — Alleged conspiracy to seize 
boats and capture town. — Robert L. 
Buell, Miss Anne F. Hardon, Stephen D. 
Hurlburt, Sherwood Rollins, Miss Louise 
Inches, Miss Sedric W. Williams, Mrs. 
Cary and Augustus Hemenway impli- 
cated. — Plot abandoned after consulta- 
tion with learned counsel. Attorneys 
Shattuck, Fish, Carroll, Clifford, Joy, 
Hackett, Eder, Rogers, Potts, Austin and 
Monroe. — Penalties too severe and rowing 
too hard. — Pervading gloom. — well known 
member of younger set drowns sorrows in 
customary fashion. — Better make it less 
customary. — To bed betimes, for rest 
before early morning visit of health 
officer. — Dreams of alligators, monkeys, 
spigotties, palms, pineapples and pirates. 

Friday, August 6. Wind, variable. 
Course, S. 30^° W. Distance, 87 miles. 
At 7.54 P.M. entered Colon Harbor. 



8.15 P.M. anchored. Moderate breeze, 
heavy rain and thunder squalls. 

Saturday, August 7. At 6.30 a.m. health 
officer boarded ship; 8.00 a.m. health 
officer left and pilot boarded. At 
10.05 A.M. hove anchor and proceeded. 

Routed out of nice, warm berths at 
5.30 A.M. by bugle call for medical inspec- 
tion. — Long, hungry wait for port phy- 
sician. — All derogatory remarks about 
aforesaid physician sternly suppressed by 
medical students, Messrs. George B. 
Wilbur and George H. Bigelow. — Fledg- 
ling M.D.'s strong on professional 
courtesy. — Watch pelicans, rubber-neck 
sea-gulls, vultures, killikalloo birds, etc., 
flying round and snatching provender 
from waves. — Back fins of sharks appear. 
— Professor W. H. Schofield leaning over 
rail talking about Cuchulain, Diarmuid 
and other Celtic heroes and watching 
sharks. — Glasses fall overboard. — Shark 
winks starboard eye, dives, reappears 
wearing glasses. — Looks very wise. — Also 
rakish. — Dr. C. B. Meding, eye-specialist 
says very remarkable case. — Sharks gen- 
erally prefer monocles. — Professor Scho- 
field much displeased. — Condemned to 
wear big glasses with tortoise-shell rims 
for remainder of voyage. — They mar his 
beauty and make folks inquire "Is he 
twenty or forty?" — Submarines rushing 
around. — Much like sharks. — Glad to 
see American colors on them. — Strictly 
neutral comment. — Medical inspector at 
last comes over side. — Ship's company 
marches in single file around deck to be 
inspected. — Distinctly see Miss Louise 
Inches and Miss Elizabeth Granger stick 
out tongues at inspector. — Inspection con- 
sists of mention of inspected or suspected 
individual's name, a look and a nod. — 
Everybody accounted for but A. Hennen 
Morris and son, — Great hue and cry for 
Morrises. — Can't go ashore till they are 



checked off list. — After an hour's delay, 
discovered, waked up, chased on deck in 
pajamas, bath robes and things. — Nice 
man, Hennen Morris. — Pleasant, and 
popular with younger element. — Literary 
inclinations. — Thinks most beautiful line 
in English poetry is, " Under the haystack, 
fast asleep." — A few of ship's company 
board launch, go to Colon, take early 
train for Panama.— Most stay on board 
while ship heaves anchor and steams into 
entrance of Canal. — Go through Gatun 
Locks towed by mule engines. — Enter 
Gatun Lake about 12.30 and anchor 
opposite spillway. — Two hundred pass- 
engers take Harvard Club special train 
to Panama. — Others stay by ship. — Say! 
How is anybody going to keep a log with 
everybody scattering all over the Isthmus? 
— Never mind. — Work it out somehow. — 
Talk first of trip to Panama. — Interesting 
scenery en route, — Banana, plantain and 
coco palms. — Striking foliage. — Vines and 
orchids. — Drowned forest and jungle bor- 
dering lake. — Lots of local color, varying 
from Jamaica coal black through saddle 
color, faint yellow to almost white. — Set- 
tlements and posts with neatly screened 
houses. — Soldiers in khaki, — Frijoles, 
Chagres, Gorgona, Obispo, Culebra, 
Pedro Miguel, Miraflores, Corozal and 
other places with endearing names. — 
Panama thriving tropical town with 
pleasant, curly streets. — Clap your hands 
and rattle-trap drawn by alleged horse 
appears from no-where to take you any- 
where. — Stop at Tivoli Hotel. — Naval 
officers giving dinner with dances be- 
tween courses. — In white dress uniforms 
look like male chorus in comic opera, — 
Fill out clothes much better, however, — 
Some of our Argonauts stay at Tivoli. — 
Others take 10.30 train back to Gatun. — 
Another editor of Log lost in jungle and 
devoured by jaguars, tapirs, armadillos 
and pelicans. Requiescat in pieces. 




The Locks at Gafun 
From the Bridge of the "Finland" Looking Forward. 



Saturday, August 7. At 12.17 p.m. to 
1.30 P.M. passed through Gatun Locks. 
At 2.00 P.M. moored ship (on account of 
a serious sUde in the Culebra Cut) along- 
side the South approach wall of the Gatun 
Locks. 

Sunday, August 8. W.-N.W. wind. 

Light rain. — Purser reports may start 
at ten. — We don't. — Watch birds. — Dar- 
kies fishing. — Great luck. — Syrian comes 
on board selling Panama hats and brilliant 
scarfs. — Big business. — Submarine comes 
up into lake and plays around. — Ab- 
sentees in Panama have busy day. — Some 
run out to Old Panama, five miles from 
present city. — Fine old ruins of church 
and fort burned by the pirate Morgan, 
some time B. C. — In afternoon, a pretty 



good cockfight and later a very poor bull- 
fight. — Drive around town and into 
country. — Lots of lizards. — They like to 
bask in sun like Joseph Linden Smith. — 
Miss Elizabeth Thaxter nervous about 
these treacherous tropical towns. — Fears 
being stabbed in back. — Also scared of 
brigands, cockroaches and red ants. — 
Mrs. George C. Buell of Rochester, N. Y., 
interested in gardens. — Would like to dig 
up a few palms and take 'era along. — 
Can't be done. — Duty probably too high. 
— Mr. William G. Hibbard, Jr., makes 
great hit with his perfect tropical clothing. 
— Wears Palm Beach evening clothes. — 
Mistaken for officer by tropical beauty 
who naively inquires his rank. — He 
answers, "Ship's dentist." — Don't ap- 
prove of such levity. — Let's turn in. 



Monday, August 9. Calm, wind S.W. 
-N.W. 

Breeze light. — Strong enough, however, 
to waft perfume from garbage scow on 
port side. — Usual speculation as to time 
and date of sailing. — Rumored that only 
twelve feet of water in cut. — General 
Edwards says worst slide yet.— Can't be 
cleared till Wednesday or Thursday. — 
Great dredge passes on way to cut. — 
Many go ashore to Colon. — Natives pro- 
nounce name of town just like " Cologne." 
— Reason not obvious, but Hotel Wash- 
ington fine place with refreshing swim- 
ming pool. — Ecclesiastical fishing party. 
— Our Bishop, the Right Reverend 
Michael Francis Fallon of London, Ont., 
his Dean, the Very Reverend Dennis 
Joseph Downey of Windsor, Ont., and his 
fidns Achates, the Reverend Michael 
Joseph Brady of Wallaceburg, Ont., pull 
them in like Gloucestermen. — Bishop, 
especially, is great fisherman.- — Just like 
St. Peter. — Catches lots of tarpon and 
snook.— Miss A. R. Woisard watching 
and composing poem on subject.- — Begins 

"It's nice to be a Bishupp 
And pull the little fish up." 

Panama contingent enjoying themselves, 
but nervous about possible starting of 
ship without them. — In evening visit 
University Club. — Later, Cadillac roof 
garden. — This is the Panama sky-scraper, 
perhaps six stories high. — No elevator. 
— Guests coming down, pass endless chain 
of darkies carrying drinks from basement 
and going down with empties. — Panama 
not strictly Prohibition. — Moreover, has 
cabarets where you can hear nearly as bad 
singing as you can in New York. — Hurrah 
for progress!— On "Finland," man and 
woman enter captain's cabin and wake 
up captain to tell him to be sure to hold 
ship till 12.30 to-morrow as they want to 
go to Panama. — Deck sleepers driven be- 



low by hard rain. — Recording Editor 
resting calmly at the Tivoli. — Ha! ha! 

Tuesday, August 10. Variable wind. 

Reported that ship will positively start. 
— Also that another slide is on.— Also that 
there is thirty -five feet of water in cut. — 
Other boats start and come back. — Bul- 
letin, as usual, says, "ship will sail at 
noon." — Deep-sea joker has written be- 
low, "What day?" — At 11 o'clock, an- 
nouncement that time of departure is 
10.30 to-morrow. — Chief amusement on 
board is having hand held by Miss 
Margery J. Smith, whose palm-reading 
is occult wonder of the age. — Miss Smith 
says there is one man on board whose 
hand she positively will not hold. — Know 
whoheis. — Too polite to tell. — Contributor 
sends limerick on Miss Smith, — entitled, 
" Why We Have Been Delayed at Gatun : " 

A cute little palm-reading witch 
Read fortunes so varied and rich 

That the palms from both banks 

Came trooping in ranks 
Till they choked up the whole blooming 
ditch. 

Talking of palms: — Miss Helen I. Haight 
expressed longing for picture of a lone 
palm against the sky. — Gallant Mr. 
George Fox Atlee responds " Here ! ", hold- 
ing up outspread hand.^ — Highly effective 
snapshot.— Dance on deck. — Pretty hot. 
— That's all till to-morrow. 

Wednesday, August 11. At 1.24 p.m. 
left Gatun and proceeded through the 
lake. From 5.15 to 5.55 p.m. passed 
through the Culebra Cut assisted by two 
tugs. 6.30 P.M. entered Pedro Miguel 
Locks; 7.35 cleared Locks. 7.50 p.m. 
entered Miraflores Locks; 9.15 cleared 
Locks. 10.00 P.M. passed Balboa. 11.00 




cleared Canal, discharged pilot and pro- 
ceeded on voyage. 

Expert opinions of two pilots on ques- 
tion of the hour.^ — One says we positively 
will start. — Other says we positively 
won't. — Rumor of another slide. — Purser 
predicts sailing at 11. — Everybody doubts 
everything. — Long morning. — Telephone 
line to shore cut. — Looks promising. — 
Stragglers from Panama, Colon, Gatun 
and way-stations flock aboard. — Gang- 
way lifted. — Ropes cast off. — Get a move 
on at 1.24 and proceed up lake. — Red 
buoys to starboard, white to port show 
channel. — Landmarks in shape of white 
towers fore and aft give ship exact direc- 
tion. — Pass Bolton Castle and Hercules. — 



Floating foliage. — Channel narrowing. — 
Other vessels drop astern, one by one. — 
We have right of way. — Reach mouth of 
Chagres and enter Culebra Cut. — Signal 
that eight vessels are coming through 
from Pacific— They pass.— Two of them 
Peruvians. — We go forward hauled by 
tugs. — Whole population, civil and mili- 
tary, crest the hills, shouting.— Culebra 
on starboard. Gold Hill, port, both fur- 
rowed by traces of former slides and clear- 
ing work. — Foaming cascades. — Snap- 
shooters busy. — Young A. W. Knauth 
(please pronounce the initial "K") ex- 
ceedingly active, taking pictures from 
perilous positions. — Everybody forward. 
— Tense excitement and general silence. 



— Critical point of passage. — Vessel be- 
hind us swings her bow to port, completely 
blocking channel. — Various theories of 
purpose of manoeuvre. — Slight shuddering 
through vessel twice as she scrapes bot- 
tom. — Our bow clears the cut. — Rattle 
of rockfall from Culebra Hill salutes us as 
we emerge. — Negro bugler in shack on 
brow of Gold Hill. — Variously shaded 
family around him. — Chair tilted, feet on 
railing of porch. — Plays "The Star- 
Spangled Banner." — All uncover and 
stand at attention. — Loud cheers. — 
Bugler obliges with "My Old Kentucky 
Home," and other moving selections. — 
Enthusiastic mutual congratulations. — 
We go right on regardless of coming dark- 
ness. — Through the lock at Pedro Miguel 
in the evening. — Through the locks at 
Miraflores between 8 and 9 o'clock. — 
Beautiful effect of bright lamps of locks 
in the darkness. — Off Balboa, stop to take 
on laundry. — Negroes in power boat bring 
on three great hampers.^ — Delay for sort- 
ing out everybody's shirts and collars. — 
Demostrates advantage of Socialistic gray 
flannel shirts. — Don't need washing. — 
Cutter comes out of darkness. — Two 
elderly lady passengers, coming from Bal- 
boa. — Hoisted aboard on a life-boat amid 
cheers. — Lights of Balboa fall behind. — 
Taboga Island. — Starry sky. — Out on the 
broad Pacific. — Good ocean to sleep on. 

Thursday, August 12. Wind, variable. 
Various courses. Distance, 195 miles. 
Latitude, 7° 06' N. Longitude, 81° 28' 
W. Light winds, cloudy weather, and 
lightning; smooth sea. 4.55 a.m. passed 
3 miles off Cape Mala. 1.12 p.m. passed 
6 miles off Jicarita Isl. 3.30 p.m. passed 
9 miles off Montmosa Isl. 4.50 p.m. 
passed S.S. "Kroonland" bound East. 

Early morning baths resumed. — Pacific 
water just as good as Atlantic article. — 
Mountainous coast of Panama to star- 



board. — Said to be out of communication 
with land. — Matching shore experiences 
the order of the day. — Comparison of 
losses a leading feature. — Question raised 
who has done most losing. — W. G. Hib- 
bard lost a front tooth. — Gaping abyss in 





He: I wish I had bought you something in Panama o« a 
souvenir of our friendship — a monkey or a cocoanut, or 
something. 



upper row of incisors. — Arthur P. Gushing 
lost a beard. — Had worn it thirty-five 
years, but, like a true knight, had it 
shaved at Panama on suggestion of a 
lovely lady. — Samson and Delilah. — Has 
evidently lost strength, like the shorn 
Samson. — Is quieter, and doesn't order 
stewards 'round the way he did formerly. 
— Miss Catherine Sayre Burton claims 




record for quantity in losing. — Has lost 
4 books, 2 sewing bags, 1 steamer pillow, 
1 bathing suit. — No, says she hasn't lost 
1 heart. — Miss Pauline Pollard claims 
record on basis of value and frequency. — 
Lost diamond bracelet once in washroom 
of Tivoli, and again at foot of stairway in 
ship. — Awarded decision as best loser. — 
Everybody loves a good loser. — Game of 
the day, "Culebra Cut and Run." — 
Sporting Editor, do your duty! — Whale 
sighted on starboard bow, spouting. — 
Envy among spouters on deck. — Por- 
poises tumbling. — Turtles flopping. — Pass 
"Kroonland," eastward bound.— Must 
set back watches three hours before reach- 
ing port. — Upsets meal hours, frightfully. 
— Hurricane deck closed to sleepers. — 
Don't care. — Can sleep anywhere. — Good 
night. 



Friday, August 13. S.W. wind. Course 
West N. 62° W. Distance, 348 miles. 
Latitude, 9° 41' N. Longitude, 86° 40' W. 
Light to moderate breeze, cloudy and 
heavy lightning, smooth sea. 

Friday, August 13. — Unlucky day. — 
Change of time makes breakfast twenty 
minutes later. — Great hunger in conse- 
quence. — Deck, with late sleepers, looks 
like emergency hospital. — Always trip- 
ping up on scattered hairpins. — Faint 
blue mass on starboard. — Alleged to be 
coast of Nicaragua. — W. K. Hallstead 
says it can't be, because Nicaragua, in his 
geography, isn't blue but shrimp pink. — 
He is just out of Princeton and must be 
right. — Lots of porpoises. — Athletics cul- 
tivated in porpoise schools and colleges. — 
Specialty, high jump and somersault. — 
Perhaps their way of giving college yell. — 



Mrs. Arthur K. Stone writing poem to be 
called "The Purposes of Porpoises." — 
Blocked by need of a rhyme to "por- 
poise." — Lawyers Ashmead, Worthington, 
Weld, Eder, BuUard, Wilber, Purrington, 
Gushing, Hardon, Wade and Hawes, im- 
mediately and in chorus suggest "Habeas 
Corpus," thereby saving the day and 
poem. — Lots of water polo, morning and 
afternoon. — Miss Hedwig Mierswa ap- 
pears in seventh impressive costume. — 
Hats always match collars and bells. 
— Hence, generally known as "Hattie." — 
Entertainment in salon, forward. — Uncle 
Joe Smith tells tale of wanderings in the 
Orient to great delight of his many 
nephews and nieces. — Arthur Guiterman 
reads immortal verses, including epic on 
"Finland." — Wild enthusiasm. — Ship il- 
luminated. — Green light, starboard; red 
light, port; another at masthead. — Balmy 
slumber. 

Saturday, August 1^. W.S.W. wind. 
Course, N. 63° W. Distance, 352 miles. 
Latitude, 12° 21' N. Longitude, 92° 00' 
W. Light to moderate breeze and corre- 
sponding sea. Cloudy and lightning. 

More whales, — Lots of whales. — Por- 
tents of great happenings. — Portents ful- 
filled. — Log Committee meets and lays 
foundations of this great work. — Turtles. 
— Big turtles. — Pacific Ocean full of 
turtles. — So many turtles that water polo 
players report flavor of water in tank to 
be just like that of turtle soup served in 
dining salon, only stronger, richer, and 
less salty. — One funnel steamer on port 
bow. — Bulletin board blossoming with 
poems and cartoons. — Heaps of talent on 
board. — Only a modicum of its produc- 
tions included here for lack of space. — So 
sorry! — Elaborate smuggling game, "Un- 
accustomed Customs," feature of day. 
— Also singing by J. Edward Weld. — 
Steamer towing ship on port side. — At 



night. Sailor John the Strong Man does 
stunts, aft. — Wrestled with powerful 
elastic bands. — Extricated himself from 
all kinds of hard nautical knots. — Makes 
silver dollar run around spinning sun- 
shade. — Glad to see some one who can 
make a dollar go so far. — Sticks himself 
full of long pins, needles and other femi- 
nine conveniences, without wincing. — 
Useful man to have along on picnic. — 
Human pin-cushion. — Make some girl a 
good husband.— Dance on starboard deck, 
with colored lights. — Well-earned repose. 

Sunday, August 15. West wind. 
Course, N. 62|° W. Distance, 340 miles. 
Latitude, 14° 58' N. Longitude 97° 10' W. 
Moderate to fresh breeze, fine clear 
weather, moderate sea. 




Sunday, August 15. — Day begins quiet- 
ly, with prospects of more excitement. — 
Question raised, "Shall men leave ship at 
San Diego and take train for San Fran- 
cisco to banquet, deserting wives?" — 
Verdict, mostly, is "No!" — Votes for 
Women ! — Accident. — Cleopatra, black 
cat attached to galley watch, in great 
pain. — Port side forward paw severely 
lame. — Consultation of Doctors Enos H. 
Bigelow, P. J. Finnigan, Calvin Gates 
Page and Arthur K. Stone. — Decide not 
to operate. — Hopes that paw will mend 
by first intention. — Cleopatra left, resting 
comparatively easily. — Great Hippo Fight 
in tank. — Wonder how Mr. Frederic A. 
Delano's associates on Federal Reserve 
Board would like copies of a snapshot of 
their distinguished and dignified confrere 
in skirts, mantilla and curls as the Infanta 
of The Spillway? — Essential parts of 
Mr. Delano's costume contributed by his 
daughters. — Just received an essay on the 
Misses Delano. — Begins, "The Delano 
Sisters: There are about twelve feet of 
Delano sisters, chiefly done up in cretonne 
and beads." — Another essay on same en- 
trancing subject says, "They are proper, 
conventional, womanly. Play bean-bag 
daily, talk only to Chosen Few. Origi- 
nating in Chicago, they have assumed the 
court manner of Washington." — Such ex- 
tended observation is marked tribute to 
personality. — At 3, steamer passes on port 
side. — Bird perches on our foremost mast. 
— Uncle Joe Smith tells stories. — Fine 
sunset. — Wonderful cloud effects. — Nor- 
man Alexander Buckley says Nature does 
these things quite well at times. — He is an 
artist and ought to know. — Uncle Joe 
Smith lampooned on bulletin board by 
Miss Lydia Bush. — In retaliation gives 
dinner in her honor. — Doesn't poison her 
tea, either. — If editors were treated to 
dinner for such reasons, they would be- 
come too weighty for oflSce chairs. — 



Sudden burst of rain at night clears decks 
of sleepers. — Sleeping, otherwise, done 
successfully. 




Monday, August 16. Wind, West — 
Var. Course, N. 62|° W. Distance, 341 
miles. Latitude, 17° 36' N. Longitude, 
102° 22' W. Variable winds, heavy rain 
showers, thunder and lightning, moderate 
sea. 5.38 p.m. passed 4 miles off Point 
Telmo. 10.00 p.m. passed 17 miles off 
Manzanillo. 

Clearing. — Coast of Mexico seen. — 
Wonderfully distinct. — High mountains. 
— Dr. Andrew Oliver says they're not a 
bit like Fuji Yama. — Believe him. — He 
has been there, written about it and 
doesn't look as if he would impose on 
unsuspicious editor. — Edward Conway 
Cullinan says he can see a Revolution in 
process of revoluting. — Don't believe /jim. 
— He used to be a sporting editor. — Also 




^4 NUij- 
OLhNCHE 



raised and sold race horses. — Also sells 
insurance. — No signs of habitation on 
coast until large white building, possibly 
light house, comes in sight. — Dinner. — 
Fight shy of eggs and fish. — Can tell num- 
ber of days out by relative unfreshness of 
aforementioned. — Burt Brothers don't eat 
olives. — They grow 'em. — Band is neu- 
tral. — Never plays Tipperary, the Mar- 
seillaise, or Die Wacht am Rhein. — Vari- 
ous class pictures taken, foreward. — Cleo- 
patra, the black cat of the galley watch, 
largely recovered from late indisposition. 
— Cordial mutual congratulations of medi- 
ical faculty in attendance. — Report of 
case to be published in The Lancet. — 
Customs blanks passed around. — Have 
bravely decided not to declare goods 
bought in Panama, but to smuggle in 
1 pack of cigarettes, 1 cake of soap, 1 tooth 
brush. — Hope to put it over. — Showers, — 
Thunder and lightning. — Greatest sunset 
ever, with double rainbow framing it. — 
Mrs. Page, real artist, approves, but 



thinks coloring slightly overdone in 
streaks. — Early sleepers on deck in pictur- 
esque attitudes. — Rest of us prepare to be 
privately picturesque in our own little 
bunks. — Buenas Noches! 

Tuesday, August 17. Wind, West— 
Var. Course, N. 60°, 54° W. Distance, 
344 miles. Latitude, 20° 45' N. Longi- 
tude, 107° 26' W. Variable winds, pass- 
ing rain showers, thunder and lightning, 
slight sea. 

Kindergarten of little porpoises to port, 
leaping straight up into air. — Porpoises 
don't learn to jump in curves, or to somer- 
sault until they are graduated to schools 
or colleges. — Non-Harvard photograph 
taken. — Group of George Lauder Car- 
negie, Joseph Linden Smith, Frederick P. 
Keppel, Arthur Guiterman, Attilla Cox, 
Sailor John (real name, Hans), monkey, 
pup, various kittens and toucan. — La- 
belled "The Outlaws."— Sorry Mrs. Car- 
negie doesn't join the group. — Lady whom 
everybody admires.— Orchestra at dinner 
plays Irish melodies. — Compliment to 
Rhinelander family. — Also plays "Dixie." 
Frenzied applause from Atlee and others 
who have been in Virginia. — Elimination 
dancing contest at night. — Enlivened by 
vociferous objections, by spectators, to 
judge's eliminations. — Judge Joe Smith 
restores order by threatening to make 
eliminated dancers leave ship. — Lively 
night. — Sing Keppel to sleep on hatch 
cover aft. — Drop kitten on him to keep 
him company. — Right thing to do. — 
Keppel is Dean of Men at Columbia 
University School of Arts. — Good, live 
Dean. — Everybody puts kittens on him 
when he goes to rest. — Kittens like it, and 
sleep well.— Keppel's title on board is 
"Dean of Kittens." — Oh, yes! It is 
Arthur P. Cushing's birthday.- — He passes 
around pieces of birthday cake. — Gives 
Recording Editor some. — Nice, rich cake. 



— Must treat Gushing kindly in Log. — 
Editor expires of acute indigestion. 

Wednesday, August 18. Wind, W.N.W. 
Course, N. 52° W. Distance, 341 miles. 
Latitude, 24° 15' N. Longitude, 112° 
17' W. Light to fresh breeze and corre- 
sponding sea, cloudy and clear. 

Opposite Lower California. — Take it on 
faith.— Haze obscures land. — Fine tank 
steamer passes us rapidly. — All tanks, 
developed and in embryo, on deck to 
salute her.^ — Getting cooler.^Finals in 
Hot-Foot Poetry Contest run off.^ — Sup- 
ply of ice cream has given out. — Glad it 
didn't happen in the tropics. — Should be 
in San Francisco according to schedule. — 
Uneventful day. — View of deck livened up 
by passage of Miss Sedric Williams, — 
Wears vivid symphonies of green, red, 
pink, blue and yellow. — Fearless and 
frank young lady of great executive abil- 
ity and adventurous nature. — Enjoyed 
cockfight and bullfight in Panama. — 
Evening. — Looking for Ralph May. — 
One of Younger Set suggests that he may 
be on the I. P. G. — This, it appears, is 
nickname for hurricane deck.^ — Stands for 
Imperial Petting Grounds. — Fail to grasp 
the application or implication. — Story of 
event in this locality.— Ladies' names, of 
course, fictitious. — Young Theodore Shel- 
don spent evening in moonlight with 
sweet young thing in white dress. — After 
an hour or two, said tenderly, "Imogen, 
it seems perfectly absurd to be calling you 
Miss Brown." — Laughter. — White dress 
was occupied by Miss Alice Jones. — That 
will do for the present. — Bonne nuit. 

Thursday, August 19. Wind, W.N.W.- 
N.W. Course, N. 42°, 22° W. Distance, 
349 miles. Latitude, 28° 44' N. Longi- 
tude 116° 20' W. Fresh breeze and rough 
sea, hazy weather. 



Cool tang to morning plunge. — Pass- 
engers in street clothes, overcoats and 
sweaters. — Weld in bathing suit, shivering 
on the chilly deck, by the tank, some- 
thing like Casabianea. — Has a date for a 
swim with Miss Akrata Von Schrader. — 
Nothing doing.— Wonder, sometimes, if 
girls make a point of not keeping dates? — 
But why worry? — Our withers are un- 
wrung, and the buckwheat cakes at break- 
fast are fine.— Land still hidden in mist. — 
Routine of life on board much as usual, 
but a certain eager, unrest evident. — 
Everyone stirred up by prospect of reach- 
ing San Diego to-morrow. — In evening. 





Joseph Linden Smith makes announce- 
ment of winners of Hot-Foot Poetry Con- 
test. — Prize winning poem read by Pro- 
fessor Schofield, con expressione. — Three 
cheers for Uncle Joe Smith proposed and 
given vociferously. — Notice that baggage 
for San Diego must be ready at 9 this 
evening. — Great hustling in consequence. 
— Business of getting money from purser, 



also of making schedules of tips. — Fare- 
well celebrations. — Dancing. — Parties in 
smoking room. — Smaller parties, gener- 
ally of less than three, in secluded corners 
of decks. — Unromantic persons turn in 
betimes for a good rest preparatory to 
the activities of the morrow. — Gute 
nacht! 

Friday, August 20. Wind, N.W. 
Course, N. 12° W. Distance, 240 miles. 
At 5.30 A.M. arrived off San Diego Bar 
and stopped for pilot; 5.35 proceeded into 
Harbor. At 5.53 a.m. received Health 
officer; at 6.20 a.m. Health officer left. 
6.37 a.m. moored ship alongside San Diego 
Pier; Landed passengers and baggage for 
San Diego. At 9.05 a.m. left San Diego 
Pier. 9.55 a.m. stopped outside San Diego 
Bar; discharged pilot and proceeded at 
10.00 A.M. 10.07 a.m. Point Loma. 

Enter San Diego harbor at daybreak, 
accompanied by cloud of gulls. — Many 
more gulls than would be seen in an 
Eastern port. — Must remember that 
everything in California is "more than," 
"the most," "the largest," "the finest," 
"the best." — About 9 o'clock, many pass- 
engers say farewell to the "Finland." — 
Helped down the steepest gangplank ever, 
by strong Sailor John. — Considerable de- 
lay waiting for customs inspection. — 
Duty charged on purchases in Panama. — 
No exemption. — Government theory is 
that $100 exemption applies only to pass- 
engers coming from foreign port. — "Fin- 
land " is coastal steamer, from New York 
to San Diego, so all foreign-bought goods 
dutiable. — Beautiful point, isn't it? — 
Volunteer Harvard autos take "Fin- 
landers" to their destinations. — Most go 
to U. S. Grant Hotel, and then out to 
fair grounds. — Fair a perfect gem in unity, 
coloring and atmosphere. — Spanish 
dancers the best ever. — Auto trip south 
across Mexican border into Tia Juana. — 



Can tell you are in Mexico with eyes 
closed by bumpiness of roads. — Tia Juana 
is Spanish for Aunt Jane.— Notable for 
being wide open town, with all sorts of 
gambling in full blast. 

Friday, August 20. Wind, N.W. 
Course, N. 42° W. Distance, 27 miles. 
Latitude, 32° 58' N. Longitude, 117° 38' 
W. Light breeze, moderate swell. Very 
hazy. 3.45 p.m. passed San Pedro. 9.25 
P.M. passed Sta. Barbara. 

Kindly aeroplane escorts ship down 
harbor. — Also lot of gulls. — Fog, lighted 
up and finally routed by sunshine. — Last 
surviving Editor of Log wanders about 
like one who treads alone, banquet hall 
deserted. — Decks seem strangely vacant. 
— Strikingly clean. — Too much space 
everywhere. — No one to bump into. — 
Look in vain for Uncle Joe. — The Delano 
corner deserted. — Ascend to Olympic 
sanctity of Captain's cabin. — Large airy 
rooms. — Fine view.— Charming place. — 
Good cigars. — Captain himself does not 
smoke. — Best type of sea-captain. — 
Sturdy build. — Fine blue eye. — Many 
years experience. — Says with twinkle that 
this voyage has been unique in many 
ways. — Impossible not to like Captain 
Prager. — A real man. — California coast 
to starboard.— Sunlit ranges of yellow 
brown hills. — The Captain says our steer- 
ing done by electricity.— A finger alters 
course. — No job for nervous man. — 
Schools of tuna play about ship. — Large 
chubby fish built something like seal. — 
Have curious beaks. — Love to ride crest 
and jump into next wave. — Passengers 
cluster along rail and applaud tuna, who 
respond with generous encores. — Whale 
discovered by Mrs. Chauncey Hackett. — 
Realizing that he is discovered whale bows 
politely, dives, and spouts three times. — 
Little life on deck. — What there are of us 
gather in small groups for reading aloud. 



— Theodore Sheldon, Arthur Johnson 
mellifluously dispensing serious hterature 
to fascinated groups.— Lovely evening 
light on hills. — S.S. "Harvard," bound for 
San PVancisco passes us as if we were 
standing still. — Turbine-driven, she will 
pass in Golden Gate hours ahead of us. — 
Touching poem appears on bulletin board, 
entitled" Sea Weed Widows." — See Poetry 
Department. — Dinner shows great gaps 
in the ranks. — Cheer up! — Beauty re- 
mains though chivalry has deserted. — 
Several Johnsons and Williams still on 
1 ard. — Most sympathetic attentions of 
? wards. — Late in evening lone editor 
\ Iks ghostly decks, peopled with faint 
f ms huddled on airy mattresses. — Pale 
f am shows phantom pool lively with 
r seless swimmers. — Familiar shape out- 
1 id in white on boom gracefully nursing 
k "e, presides. — It is immaterial essence 
Uncle Joseph Linden Smith in favorite 
a itude. — Substantially -built, trans- 
p ent figure of Ned Weld springs noise- 
h ly into pool in sitting attitude. — Down 
t dark deck fairy outlines spring up and 
f) e, silently coming and going, crowding 
a lut with inaudible rustling. — Time to 
ti n in. — Wail from crow's nest "A-a- 
a 5 Wel-1-l-l!" — Probably so. — Leave 
d k to ghosts, and let Captain Vander- 
decken — beg pardon — Prager — guide 
u> through darkness. 

Saturday, August 21. Wind, N.W. — 
Var. Courses, various. Distance, 353 
miles. Latitude, 36° 51' N. Longitude, 
112° 17' W. Fresh breeze to calm, rough 
sea to smooth, hazy and foggy. 9.25 a.m. 
Point Sur abeam. 1.19 p.m. Pigeon Point 
abeam. 

Among survivors, fit though few, the 
Harvard group still outnumber Outlaws. 
— "About six of one and Harvard dozen 
of the other" quotes former Lampoon 
man, looking along unfrequented deck. — 



Vessel plunges into dense fog. — Whistle 
hoots at frequent intervals, always com- 
ing just after you have given up expecting 
it. — Popular pastimes: Auction, packing, 
"Seeing Boots," advertising for lost 
articles. — "Seeing Boots" difficult optical 
achievement. Boots being only about 33/2 
feet high. — Difficulty obviated by Boots 
himself who pays round of calls, inquiring 
delicately: "Have you seen me. Sir?" — 
Several Bostonians, unused to vernacular, 
answer little to the purpose, saying not 
only have they not seen him but they 
have never seen anyone like him. — Much 
sending of Marconis. — Purser suddenly 
becomes most popular man on board. — 
Popularity declines when it appears that 
he has no change smaller than 20 dollar 
bills.— Many goodbyes.^Most effusive 
farewells between people who later see 
each other for hours docking and waiting 
for customs examination. — "You must be 
sure to come and see us" favorite expres- 
sion. — Increasing excitement on part of 
Cushing, Sheldon and others who wonder 
whether they can reach dinner of Asso- 
ciated Harvard Clubs. — Last surviving 
Editor of Log dies unobtrusively and is 
buried in misty Pacific at sea, off Golden 
Gate. — Had been suffering for several 
days from hopeless case of Cacoethes 
Scribendi. Last words were: "/c/t habe 
geliebt und gelogget." — Fog very dense. — 
Lifts as excellent ship "Finland" passes 
through Golden Gate, just enough to 
show to starboard a lighthouse on some 
rocks, and to port the foot of a cliff with 
waves breaking on either hand. — Strong 
tide running. — Once inside Bay clouds 
roll off showing the hills of San Francisco 
and the pink and orange domes of the 
Exposition, looking from a distance like 
a collection of mosques. — Skilful docking 
of ship in strong tideway. — Harvard dele- 
gation at pier, glowing with hospitality. 



Saturday, August 21. Wind, variable. 
Courses, various. Distance, 51 miles. At 
3.45 P.M. arrived off San Francisco Bar. 
3.50 P.M. stopped to embark pilot; 
4.08 P.M. proceeded. 5.06 p.m. to 5.30 p.m. 
passed through the Golden Gates. 6.20 
p.m. ship moored alongside Pier; Landed 
passengers and baggage. 



SUMMARY. 

Total of passage from New York Pier 
to San Francisco Pier: Length, 5361 miles. 
Time, 21 Days, 5 hours, 12 min. 

Sea passage from Scotland Light Vessel 
to San Francisco Light Vessel: Length, 
5240 miles. Time, 15 Days, 16 hours, 
32 min. 

Average speed, 13.92 Knots. 




<2r^ 



THE LOG OF THE OCEAN DACHSHUND, 
" FINLAND " 

That happy ship, the "Finland," 

From private information, 
Was builded some where inland 

For Arctic exploration. 

How long she's sailed the ocean 

Is only known to heaven. 
They cleaned her, I've a notion 

In Eighteen-twenty-seven. 

And thus her owners reasoned. 

Discussing minor topics. 
She ought to be well seasoned 

For service in the tropics. 

With steamer trunks they stored her, — 

Our baggage, helter-skelter 
They packed us all aboard her 

And left us there to swelter. 

We lunched and had our crosses; 

We dined and had our troubles, 
For when a vessel tosses 

Affliction often doubles. 

And when she pitched and wallowed 
We dropped in chairs to leeward, 

Heroically swallowed 

Or gasped and called the steward. 

And when the Caribbean 

Had put an extra roll on, 
We raised the joyous paean, 

"We soon cool off at Colon!" 



Alas! In Colon harbor, 

Our protestations scorning, 
The captain, cook or barber 

Detained us till the morning; 

When tricksey fate provided 

Diversion rather neatly: 
Culebra went and slided 

And blocked our course completely. 

They had a slight suspicion 

They'd dig her out by Christmas 
And gave us kind permission 

To go and view the Isthmus. 

Our stay was highly pleasing. 

Except for lack of knowing 
Exactly when our teasing 

Old cattleship was going. 

She'd sail — and then she wouldn't; 

They kept us busy guessing. 
The Sphinx of Egypt couldn't 

Have made it more distressing. 

At last the dredges cleared us. 

We climbed aboard and straightway 
To Panama they steered us 

And through the ocean gateway. 

And now we'll all endeavor 

To meet in California 
The fairest land that ever 

Rejoiced the human cornea. 

Arthur Guiterman. 



CHANSONS DU CANAL 



I. 

Colon 

Colon Bay's a muggy place: 

Watch the shadow of the shark — 
Turning and lolling and turning, 
Lazily turning, below us, 
As we look over the side. 
Putting a tentative fin 
Into the air 

.... As we look at the tattered clouds 

Which lie all along the dark hills. 

He is still there. 

Turning and lolling and turning. 

. . . . Would he wait so constantly, hoping 

That one of us might fall down to him. 

If he knew all about us. . . . 

If he knew for example. 

What we'd been eating? 



II. 

Gatun 
At Gatun 

There is a large Y. M. C. A. 
Which faithfully seeks 
To counteract the insidious influence 
Of the Gatun Dam. . . . 

There are clusters of rigorous gray houses 

Heavily screened 

Against imaginary mosquitoes. . . . 

There are also three locks 
Cunningly constructed of concrete, 
And palms, and strange flowers, 
And a far-reaching lake 

And a strong sun 

And a train 

And always and forever 
It rains ... or else 
The sun shines. 



III. 

Empire 

On one side up a hill is the jungle 
And under the hill on the other side 
Lies the canal 
In a deeply cleft cut. . 

In the east they have the sunrises. . . 
In the west they have the sunsets 
Heavily fringed with clouds 
And full of deep red, or of gold dust. . . 

In the midst are the regimental quarters 
And the Officers' Club. 



IV. 
Gold Hill 



I am the demon that crouches, 
Dark and impending 
Overshading the cut 

My black sides have been scarred. 

I am still rebellious . . . 

Though the sun has warmed me to the 
heart 

I am always black, . . gloomy, . . dra- 
matic. . 

I love best the night and the still 
marches of the stars 

And remember them 

As I crouch under the sun 

Through the days. . . . 

I am dark, brooding and restless; 

And if I stir myself 

Ever so little. 

All the long ships wait my pleasure 

As I echo the noise of the dredges. 



V. 

Balboa Heights 

Here we overlook the world 
As far as we can see it. . . 
Hills have been moved about, 
And lawns created, 
And homes made, where within 
All is familiar, American. . . 
Outside the trees and the shaggy 

hills and the strange spell 

of the tropics 
Is becoming familiar. . . . 

Our administration building. 
Halfway down the hill. 
Shows how undisturbed and serene 
Metropolitan architecture can be 
No matter what its surroundings. 



VI. 

Panama 



The traffic of Panama 
Makes a noise 
Out of all proportion 
To its size. . . 



The crumbling churches with their 

rainbow stained fronts. 
And the level Pacific, far-off mountains 

and blue islands, 
And the full ranks of the cemeteries. 
The bright neat clubs, the tight hot little 

plazas. 
The pulsating life, black, brown and yellow 
These one does not forget. . . . 

The brawling open bar rooms, 

The yellow toy police 

The clanging trams. 

The shouting, the quarreling and 
singing. . . . 

The gesticulations, the music, the con- 
fusion, the bright lights at night and 
the fathomless sky above, the un- 
known sea beside. . . . 

Chauncey Hackett. 



BANDAR-LOG 

Being an Account of Sports, Entertainments, 
and Other Monkey Shines 



Probably no group of people, since the 
celebrated voyage of Mr. and Mrs. Noah, 
have had their athletic and mental endow- 
ments so thoroughly put to the test during 
a voyage as have those who took part in 
the Harvard Cruise. And probably not 
even Mr. and Mrs. Noah derived as much 
amusement in viewing the antics of their 
fellow-passengers as the Finlanders did. 
Watching with continuous and fascinated 
amazement the Protean games devised by 
the cunning brain of Uncle Joseph Linden 
Smith; admiring the agility of the Water- 
Polo teams; the strength and grace of the 
contestants in the shuffle-board tourna- 
ments; the concentrated fury of the 
bridge-players; the rhythmic skill of the 
competing dancers; — crowding eagerly 
now here, now there, rending the air with 
generous applause and gratuitous sugges- 
tions, the gallery was ever critical, yet 
ecstatic; fastidious, but responsive. A 
most delightful gallery! 

Yet, despite all temptations no one was 
observed to play to the gallery. Further- 
more, the contestants, even under most 
gruelling conditions, were invariably dash- 
ing, never lacking in pep., and always 
absolutely sporting. In all the heart rend- 
ing excitement of tournament play there 
never became visible for an instant the 
narrowest streak of ochre. There were no 
disqualifications, no protests, and the only 
tie (which occurred in the Pillow-on-the- 
Boom contest) was settled by the flip of 
a coin. 

Where all the games were popular it 
seems invidious that any one should be 



put first. It is, however, impossible to 
report them all simultaneously as the Log 
is being printed with only two columns to 
a page, and it would take a nine-column 
page to do it right. Unfortunately we 
can't have a nine-column page, and the 
best we can do is to adopt the following 
order,* in which it will be seen that the 
games have been arranged in three groups 
into which they naturally fall. Thus, first 
come the essentially athletic sports, such 
as Water-Polo, Auction Bridge, Shuffle- 
Board and Pillow-on-the-Boom; then 
come those which can be conveniently 
regarded as primarily intellectual — Hot- 
foot Poetry; Unaccustomed Customs; 
and Culebra Cut and Run (or Do Girls 
Dawdle) — then finally the purely 
Aesthetic contests — Hat Trimming and 
Dancing. 

Following the official order, but with 
equal honor to all, we present the winners 
of 

THE FINLAND CHAMPIONSHIPS. 

Water-Polo — 

The Jamaicans. 
1. L. Johnson. 2, N. A. Buckley. 
3. W. Edgar. 4. J. M. Mackie. 



Bridge — 

Miss Shattuck and R. Austin. 

*Thl8 important matter was referred to a committee 
consisting of Messrs. Purrington, Fish, Hemenway and 
Isham, who, after prolonged conference reported their 
inability to agree. A new committee of three members — 
Messrs. Delano, Carroll, and David Ives Mackie, Jr., 
was then appointed ; and their recommendation (which 
was unanimous) regarding the proper classification of the 
sports is that adopted as the official order. 



Shuffle-Board — 

Miss Wilby and H. P. Burt, 



PiLLOW-ON-THE-BoOM — 

(Seniors) S. Rollins. 
(Juniors) Samuel Johnson, 



Hot-Foot Poetry — 

Miss Strong and N. A. Buckley. 



Unaccustomed Customs — 
Miss Pollard, G. H. Tilghmann. 



Culebra Cut and Run — 

Mrs. Pollard, Miss S. Williams and 
G. H. Bigelow. 



Hat Trimming — 

Miss M. Slocum and A. M. Goodridge. 



Dancing — 

Miss M. Slocum and L. Simons. 



WATER-POLO. — Six teams formed 
the Finland Water-Polo League. The 
Teams were as follows: 

PANAMANIACS. 

1. F. p. Keppel. 

2. T. W. Slocum. 

3. M. Simons. 

4. F. M. Newton. 

COLUMBIADS. 

1. B. Williams. 

2. P. Townsend. 

3. B. Wheeler. 

4. R. L. Buell. 

MEXICATS. 

1. W. Townsend. 

2. S. Rollins. 

3. A. S. Johnson. 

4. S. Johnson. 





JAMAICANS. 


I. 

2. 
3. 
4. 


L. Johnson. 
N. A. Buckley. 
W. Edgar. 
J. M. Mackie. 




SEMI-COLONS. 


1. 

2. 
3. 
4. 


G. L. WiUiams. 
J. D. Williams. 
M. H. Leonard. 
G. Johnson. 




CUBISTS. 


I. 

2. 
3. 
4. 


V. Burton. 
T. T. Mackie. 
W. P. Nugent. 
G. H. Tilghmann 



The games were played in the late 
afternoons, to avoid sunstroke, under 
the following rules: 

1. Two five minute halves with a two 
minute intermission. 

2. On side — each team must be on its 
own side of tank when ball is tossed in, 
and in play ball must not be passed for- 
ward, toward opponent's goal. 

3. A goal shall consist in carrying the 
ball to opponent's end of tank and touch- 
ing it to spar holding the canvas. Ball 
must be held in the hand. 

4. The ball may not be concealed. 
The League standing at the end of the 

season was as follows: 





Won 


Lost 


Unplaj'ed 


Per Cent 


Jamaicans 


4 


1 





.800 


Cubists . 


3 


2 





.600 


Mexicats . 


3 


2 





.600 


Semi-Colons 


2 


1 


2 


.400 


Panamaniacs 


1 


3 


1 


.200 


Columbiads 





4 


1 


.000 



The Cubists and Jamaicans were tied 
for first place until they met to play the 
match which was to decide the champion- 
ship. The match was scheduled for 3.30 
P.M. but when the appointed hour came, 



and the Jamaicans stalwart in their bath- 
ing suits had gathered at the tank, the 
referee (who was suitably provided with 
a water-proof watch) awarded the game 
by default to the Jamaicans, only one of 
the Cubists being present. 

At a late hour the same evening, at the 
request of the Jamaicans, it appearing 
that the other three Cubists had not 
shown up because they were hunting all 
over the ship for each other, the referee 
consented to open the default by agree- 
ment, it being understood that the teams 
were to play unofficially, the losing team 
to be defaulted. This was done. A very 
snappy contest ensued in which the Ja- 
maicans won by the close score (unof- 
ficial) of 5 goals to 3; and were acclaimed 
the champions, having won .800 of the 
games played, .200 points ahead of the 
Cubists! 

One of the most notable of the many 
closely fought games was that between 
the Panamaniacs and the Mexicats. The 
two teams together practically filled the 
tank and the game was as closely con- 
tested as the size of the tank permitted. 
The Mexicats won, by superhuman efforts. 
T. W. Slocura played the best game for the 
Panamaniacs. 

BRIDGE.— The Bridge Champion- 
ship was a tremendous success. Sixty- 
four contestants took part. They played 
in the smoking room and in Culebra Cut; 
in the library; and all over the deck. 
Begun on the Atlantic, the tournament 
lasted for days and was finally won by 
Miss Shattuck and Mr. Austin who de- 
feated Mrs. Slocum and Mr. Dewson off 
the West Coast of Mexico in three rubbers 
1485 to 1068. 

The tournament was played under the 
following rules, which were scrupulously 
observed : 

1 . Play three rubbers. Best score wins. 



2. Winners indicate their own score on 
bulletin board. Write legibly. 

3. All rounds to be played as soon as 
possible. 

4. Mr. Joseph Smith is chairman of the 
Bridge Introduction Bureau — If you do 
not know your opponents ask the chair- 
man — 

5. No spades (only Lilies). 

6. No chicane. 

7. No nullos. 

8. Rubbers count 250. 

9. Supply own cards. 

10. Keep your temper; the others are 
doing their best. 

The Summary: 

First Round — Miss Hardon and J. A. 
Morris d. Miss Inches and S. Robbins 
1122-718; Mrs. Mackie and A. H. Morris 
d. Mrs. Bigelow and G. H. Bigelow 1231- 
1032; Miss Blankenship and Miss Linton 
d. Miss Von Schrader and H. M. Williams, 
Jr., 1433-980; Mrs. Slocum and G. B. 
Dewson d. Miss J. Worthington and W. 
Worthington (no score) ; Miss M. Slocum 
and H. Davis d. Miss Coan and O. C. 
Joline 1290-960; Mr. and Mrs. F. M. 
Newton d. Mrs. W. H. Wade and H. F. 
Preston 1450-320; Miss Cheney and R. 
W. Riis d. Miss Durham and T. Sheldon 
1115-699; Mr. and Mrs. Haddon d. 
Mrs. B. Williams and W. I. Munroe 1993- 
1527; Miss Hurlbut and S. D. Hurlbut d. 
Miss R. Slocum and F. T. Mackie 1393- 
1376; Miss Strong and G. L. Williams d. 
Miss Whitlock and R. E. Kline, Jr., 865- 
595; Mrs. Dewson and H. M.Williams d. 
Miss Coffin and J. E. Weld 1405-1016; 
Miss L. Worthington and J. W. Hawes d. 
Miss L. Delano and H. N. Piatt 1269- 
1189; Mrs. Inches and C. Hackett d. 
Miss Haight and G. F. Atlee 1016-848; 
Miss Sullivan and L. Carroll d. Miss 
Emerson and A. M. Goodridge 1270-922; 
Miss Shattuck and R. Austin d. Miss 
Elliot and W. P. Nugent 1163-833; 



Miss Wilby and J. W. Austin d. Mr. and 
Mrs. R. Kline 1270-1235. 

Second Round — Miss Harden and J. A. 
Morris d. Mrs. Mackie and A. H. Morris 
1370-1251; Mrs. Slocum and G. B. Dew- 
son d. Miss Blankenship and Miss Linton 
1652-694; Miss M. Slocura and H. Davis 
d. Mr. and Mrs. F. M. Newton 1382-190; 
Mr. and Mrs. Haddon d. Miss Cheney and 
R. W. Riis 2422-858; Miss Hurlbut and 
S. D. Hurlbut d. Miss Strong and G. L. 
Williams 1464-745; Mrs. Dewson and 
H. M. Williams d. Miss Worthington and 
J. W. Hawes 2362-533; Mrs. Inches and 
C. Hackett d. Miss Sullivan and L. Carroll 
2342-1848; Miss Shattuck and R. Austin 
d. Miss Wilby and J. W. Austin 1248-272. 

Third Round — Mrs. Slocum and G. B. 
Dewson d. Miss Hardon and J. A. Morris 
2133-1098; Miss M. Slocum and H. Davis 
d. Mr. and Mrs. Haddon 2186-865; Mrs. 
Dewson and H. M. Williams d. Miss Hurl- 
but and S. D. Hurlbut 1747-1551; Miss 
Shattuck and R. Austin d. Mrs. Inches 
and C. Hackett 1423-236. 

Fourth Round (semi-finals) — Mrs. Slo- 
cum and G. B. Dewson d. Miss M. Slocum 
and H. Davis 1088-993; Miss Shattuck 
and R. Austin d. Mrs. Dewson and H. M. 
Williams 1397-1123. 

Finals — Miss Shattuck and R. Austin 
d. Mrs. Slocum and G. B. Dewson 1485- 
1068. 

SHUFFLE-BOARD. — The Shuffle- 
Board Tournament raged at the same 
time that the Auction Bridge supremacy 
was being disputed. Unfortunately for 
this record, no scores of the matches were 
kept; and of the sixty-four contestants, 
eight names being on a bit of paper which 
was not securely attached to the bulletin 
board blew away. 

The tournament was a mixed-doubles 
event and all the more prominent shuffle- 
boarders entered, including Miss Margaret 



Slocum and Langdon Simons; Miss Thax- 
ter and Sherwood Rollins; Miss Sedric 
Williams and G. H. Bigelow; Miss Cheney 
and E. C. MacVeagh; Miss Daland and 
Augustus Hemenway, Jr.; Miss Inches 
and Wendell Townsend; Miss Ruth Slo- 
cum and H. M. Williams, Jr.; Miss Laura 
Delano and J. H. Clifford; Miss Granger 
and Van Duzer Burton; Miss Louise De- 
lano and C. Fry; Miss Alice Smith and 
A. Hennen Morris; Miss Burton and 
Henry N. Piatt; and Miss Wilby and 
H. P. Burt. 

Both shuffle-board courts were used; 
and it was a moot question which was the 
sportier, the hurricane deck where some 
very irregular caroms off the skylight 
frame and the boat blocks could be had, 
or the forward main deck which was every 
now and then inundated from the swim- 
ming pool, as the ocean surges heeled over 
the stout ship "Finland." 

After many sharp contests Miss Wilby 
the Cincinnati expert and her partner, 
H. P. Burt whose great reach and resem- 
blance to his brother made him a tower 
of strength, attained the final round, where 
they were opposed by the survivor of the 
great match between Miss Margaret Slo- 
cum (whose shuffling was of the best) and 
her partner Langdon Simons and the well 
balanced team of Miss Cheney and Mac- 
Veagh: or else they met Miss Elliott and 
J. M. Bullard whose tireless shooting into 
ten plus had worn down all their previous 
opponents. At any rate a mighty contest 
ensued, and Miss Wilby and Burt were the 
winners. 

The Sporting Editor does not wish to 
do anyone an injustice, but if Miss 
Margaret Slocum played true to form 
he feels sure that she and her partner 
reached the finals. The Sporting Editor 
thinks that Miss Slocum was the most — 

[Head-Editor Log: See here, old Sport, 
can the lyric stuff, will you? 



Sporting Editor : — accomplished dancer, 
the most musical, the most fascinating — 

Head-Editor: Stof! Stop! This isn't 
the Poetry Department. 

Sporting Editor : This is my Department 
— the Department of Sports. Miss Slocum 
is a good sport and she belongs in this de- 
partment, and ivhat I say here goes. She's 
a ivonder — She won the Dancing Contest 
and the Hat Trimming; got to the semi- 
finals of the Bridge Tournament; played a 
really remarkable game of Shuffle-Board; 
plays the piano charmingly, stvims like a 
duck, and besides thai was, in my opinion, 
one of the most delightful arid interesting 
all-round people on the ship. She isn't 
mentioned in the Log, I don't know why, 
but she shall be mentioned here, or — 

Head Editor: Or what? 

Sporting Editor: — or this is no Depart- 
ment of Sports. 

Head-Editor: Um — well, I don't be- 
lieve she'll stand for it. 

Sporting Editor: Don't fool yourself. 
She's a good sport, I tell you! She wouldn't 
get fussed, and she never gets sore! 

Head-Editor: Um.] 

PILLOW-ON-THE BOOM. — This 
artless pastime was extremely popular, 
and the victory of Mr. S. Rollins was well 
merited. A few years ago Rollins was a 
name totally unknown in the Pillow-on- 
the-Boom world. He prepared himself 
for the contest by careful study of all the 
best models, and by scientific pillow fights 
every morning at 1 a.m. with all the 
sleepers on the fore hatch. His favorite 
stroke with the pillow is a sort of Lawford 
mashie to the left ear, though sometimes 
he tries the Chin-chin loft; and once in a 
while the old-fashioned hip swing. Sam. 
Johnson, who won the junior event was 
also a nightly practiser on the fore hatch. 
He has a remarkably free style. 



HOT-FOOT POETRY. — This game 
was devised by J. Linden Smith especially 
for this voyage, and is played in the follow- 
ing manner: Any number of teams can 
enter. Each team consists of one girl and 
one man, the man being clad in a bathing 
suit, and the girl in ordinary deck costume. 
The teams assembled on the forward deck 
near the tank. The men take off the girls' 
shoes and carry them to the judges' stand 
at Culebra Cut. Here the shoes were 
thoroughly mixed and put into one large 
bag, securely tied. The men returned to 
the tank; were lined up and at the word 
from the starter raced down the deck to 
the shoe bag, hurled themselves upon it 
furiously, tore it apart fiercely and re- 
covering the shoes of their several fair 
partners, raced at top speed back to the 
tank, where the ladies were waiting shoe- 
less, and "languishing" as Uncle Joe liked 
to say; on reaching their partners, the 
men restored the shoes to the appropriate 
feet with all speed, tying the shoe laces 
carefully. As soon as her shoes were well 
on and tied Fair Partner darted down the 
deck at top-speed to report to the shoe 
judges who judged her feet for neatness 
and the art shown in tying the laces. If, 
and only if, she passed this examination 
successfully Fair Partner obtained from 
the Shoe Judge a voucher, with which she 
hastened back to the Tank Judge. The 
Tank Judge on receiving the voucher gave 
to Fair Partner one pencil and one bit of 
paper, and allowed her champion to 
plunge into the pool, where he swam 
rapidly to the further end of the pool, 
BIT from a string there stretched with a 
number of envelopes dependent one of the 
envelopes, retrieved said envelope in his 
teeth, and returned to his lady fair drip- 
ping but with the magic envelope, which 
being opened divulged four words which 
rhymed. A period of twelve minutes, 
carefully estimated by the official time- 



keeper, was allowed the lady, to write 
with any assistance that she could com- 
mand, a poem containing the four magic 
words. The best poem received in the 
shortest space of time won. 

There were so many contestants that 
the Hot-Foot Poetry Contest was run off 
in heats, the preliminary on the Atlantic 
and the finals on the Pacific. The contest 
developed great enthusiasm; the deck 
was subjugated to flying Dianas and their 
lightly clad partners; rhyming ability was 
in great demand. Each team was known 
by a card, a heart, a club or diamond, 
drawn by lot. The Ace of Hearts held by 
Miss Inches (appropriately enough) 
carried off honors in the trial heat. 
Miss Inches was partnered by David Ives 
Mackie, Jr. Miss M. Strong, with N. A. 
Buckley came in second. 

Miss Ruth Slocum and S. Rollins took 
first place in the second heat (clubs) ; and 
Miss Thaxter and G. Bigelow won the 
third heat (diamonds) . It is notable that 
the last named team was the only one to 
combine high lyric power with great speed. 
They came in first, but unfortunately their 
deathless poem was seized by the Censor 
at Colon, who forbade its publication on 
the ground that it might tend to unsettle 
our military affairs in the Canal Zone. 
Miss K. Strong and G. Williams took 
second place in this heat. The words 
which they found in the envelope re- 
trieved by Mr. Williams were 

CRIME 
RHYME 
LIME 
TIME 

and their poem read as follows: 

If I only had sufficient time, 
I know I'd write a better rhyme. 
But if they judge this verse a crime, 
Instead of the prize, I'll take a lime. 



The team known as the Three of Clubs 
(Miss Ruth Slocum and Sherwood Rollins) 
coming in second in time and first in 
poetical skill, won the second heat. Their 
problem involved the impromptu use of 
these words 

DREDGE 

EDGE 

WEDGE 

HEDGE 

which they cleverly solved with the fol- 
lowing: 

I was sorely tempted to hedge 

When I found that I had to dredge 

The tank with my nose, midst the 
scuffle and blows 

Of the hurrying flying wedge. 

But I found out alack! 

When I tried to swim back 

That I'd chewed off my envelope's edge. 

Second place in this heat was taken by 
Miss Helen Maclay (six of clubs) with 
G. Burt. 

The Ace of Hearts team (Miss Inches 
and David Ives Mackie, Jr.) drew these 
words 

SCROLL 

HOLE 

BOWL 

TOLL 

and rose to the occasion with this effort: 
No matter how charged with fate the 

scroll — 
No matter how deep I'm in a hole — 
I shall avoid the flowing bowl 
Which cheers, but later takes its toll. 

Miss M. Strong and N. A. Buckley on 
a basis of these words 

ACHE 
RAKE 
FAKE 
TAKE 



composed the following: 

When in my hand my pen I take 
With thoughts sublime my head does 

ache 
My poems make Shakespeare's seem a 

fake 
For all the honours in I rake. 

These words were prophetic, for in the 
final round which was run off on the 
Pacific Ocean, Miss Strong and Mr. Buck- 
ley distanced all competitors and were 
crowned as the "Finland Hot-Foot" 
Laureates, In the final heat the words 
were the same in all the envelopes and 
consisted of these 

INANE 
RAIN 
SLAIN 
DISDAIN 

while the Master of the Revels announced 
the subject of the poem required as "The 
Terrible Night." All the competitors 
took the subject fresh in memory, of 
the midnight rain squall which had in- 
stantaneously turned the sleeping decks 
into a pandemonium of shuddering and 
scuttling white figures. The six teams 
were the Misses Inches, M. Strong, R. 
Slocum, Maclay, Thaxter and K. Strong 
and their partners. The successful team 
came in second in point of speed, produc- 
ing this impromptu poem in nine minutes: 

The Terrible Night. 

My bedding and I drenched with rain. 
Sweet dreams pass me by with disdain. 
In the struggle with Morpheus I'm slain. 
Moral : — Sleeping on deck is inane. 

Second honors went to Miss Mary 
Johnson (substituting for Miss Inches) 
and David Ives Mackie, Jr. Coming in 



fifth in point of time, their poem was given 
second place by the judges. It read: 

Lo! I was sleeping with a smile inane 
When splash ! — there came on me a 

rush of rain. 
My peace was stabbed, my sleep was 

slain. 

***** 

My horror only raised the steward's 
high disdain. 

Professor Schofield of the English De- 
partment acting as judge of poems 
pleased all not only by the acumen and 
literary brilliance of his decisions, but also 
by the resonant voice with which he read 
out the winning verses to the assembled 
throng after dinner. J. A. Morris was a 
just and upright shoe judge; and T. 
Sheldon gave great satisfaction as judge 
of the tank. 

UNACCUSTOMED CUSTOMS. — 

This most ingenious game resembles Hot- 
Foot Poetry only in that it exercises every 
part of the body and every part of the 
mind. It combines the best features of 
hide and go seek, poker, prisoner's base, 
chess and dinner conversation. The plan 

— or perhaps one had better call it the 
plot — is simple but capable of being used 
as the basis of infinitely complex per- 
mutations — 

[Head Editor: / wish youd try io talk 
a Utile more like a Sporting Editor. 

Sporting Editor: Fm sorry. I thought 
Uncle Joe woidd like that. It's a swipe. 

Head Editor: Well, never mind about 
that. Get the game started, for heaven s 
sake.] 

— the idea being like this, you see: An 
even number of girls and men enter, not 
as partners but as competitors. The girls 
are fashionable smugglers, the men in- 
spectors. The girls are required to assem- 



ble in the card room each with a small 
dress suit case and the following articles: 

a couple of shirt waists 

two skirts 

two pairs of low shoes 

two pairs of stockings 

a sweater 

some ties 

toilette articles 

1 handkerchief. 

To each girl is given a box of matches, a 
number of pins and some other small 
things, representing dutiable articles; also 
75 beans, representing currency with 
which to bribe the customs inspector. An 
interval of ten minutes is allowed for the 
girls to pack and conceal the pins, matches 
and match box among the things in their 
suit cases. As they emerge from the card 
room each girl receives a slip of paper con- 
taining the name of the inspector assigned 
to her. They then proceed to the deck 
where the inspectors stand at intervals of 
twenty feet, waiting for their victims. All 
are ready at their post. At the word 
"Go!" ten minutes of examination, brib- 
ery, expostulation, confiscation and be- 
guilement begin. The customs men seize 
everything dutiable; they are only to be 
bought off by beans — or wiles. The girl 
who comes through the ordeal with the 
greatest number of beans left and with 
the largest amount of dutiable articles 
smuggled through wins first prize for 
girls; the inspector who gets the largest 
amount of dutiable articles and the most 
beans gets first prize for men. 

The only objection to this game was 
that so many comedies were played at 
once and on opposite sides of the deck 
that you couldn't see all of them. 

Miss Pollard got through with most of 
her goods and chattels, with 63 beans in 
hand, and won first prize; G. H. Tilgh- 
mann as inspector represented the majesty 



of the tariff so well that he brought in 
47 beans and a large number of con- 
fiscated articles. 

CULEBRA CUT AND RUN.— 

The devotees of Uncle Joe's intricate pas- 
times, a few days after the Unaccustomed 
Customs, were thrilled with delight when 
a new one was announced. Hear the 
words of the Master himself as he spoke 
and afterwards pinned his words to the 
bulletin board: 

A DIVERSION CALLED 

CULEBRA CUT AND RUN 

OR 

DO GIRLS DAWDLE.' 

WILL BE GIVEN THIS AFTERNOON ON THE 

MAIN DECK AT 4 

Girls (in bathing costume) having 
selected boy partners. Blindfold them 
and tie strings to their shoulders — so to 
drive them. Half of the contestants begin 
the drive at bow end of deck — the other 
half aft. 

First boys in, run (with bandage off) to 
the "Culebra Cut" — which is the space 
between smoking room and card room. 
Girls go with them. Here is the chief 
engineer of the cut who draws a name 
from a hat and gives it to the first comers 
in the order of their coming. The name 
is that of a chaperone whom the boy has 
to find at once and bring her to Culebra 
Cut. 

Here the girl partner gives him a piece 
of paper upon which she has drawn the 
head and bit of neck of an animal — rep- 
tile or bird — she has turned the paper 
down so only small marks show where the 
body is to be joined — and the boy with- 
out seeing her work — puts a body on it 
— and folds the work of art up and gives 
it to the chaperone. 



When tlie girl gives the paper to her 
partner — she goes to the tank and gets 
into it. Here she languishes for her partner 
while he is doing bodily exercise. 

When the chaperone receives the folded 
paper from the boy she names it and signs 
her own name and the boy's and girl's 
name. The papers are handed to the 
engineer of the cut who opens the locks 
and lets them out — she and the boy — 
she is given a cigarette (a straight cut) 
and a box of matches (5 matches only in 
each box). The boy takes the cigarette 
and crawls out on the booms which sur- 
round the tank — the chaperone tosses 
the match box to the girl and she lights 
the cigarette and when this is done she 
quickly gets out of the tank and runs to 
her room and gets dressed QUICKLY and 
the boy and chaperone return to Culebra 
Cut to wait. While there to relieve the 
tedium the boy is to greatly entertain the 
chaperone (this will be a most unusual 
experience for both). The entertainment 
to consist — as he sees fit — of song — 
dance — recitation — or cooling drink. 

First girl in at the Cut. Properly 
dressed (female judge for this) gets 1st 
PRIZE. 

Chaperone who has been most gracious 
and has appeared to have had a wonder- 
ful time, and who has signed the funniest 
work of art gets 1st PRIZE. 

Boy first to win blindfold race — most 
attentive and entertaining to chaperone 
gets 1st PRIZE. 

Like its predecessors Culebra Cut and 
Run was an unmixed success. Mrs. Pol- 
lard, Miss Sedric W'illiams and G. H. 
Bigelow carried off first prizes. Mrs. 
Arthur Guiterman and C. Hackett re- 
ceived honorable mention for their re- 
spective merits as chaperone and swain. 

HAT TRIMMING. — This contest 
was a case of Miss Margaret Slocum first 



and the rest nowhere. It was not so much 
the hat she trimmed, or the trimmings she 
put on the hat as it was the way she 
trimmed it. 

DANCING. — It would take the com- 
bined pens of Joseph Conrad, Spenser and 
A. Guiterman and the pencils of Joseph 
Linden Smith and Bakst to render ade- 
quately any idea of the dancing contest. 
They danced, and they re-danced, and 
they tre-danced ; they went from one-step 
into waltz; they fox-trotted and they did 
steps not yet assigned to any species of 
the fauna. The audience uttered frequent 
cries of advice to both dancers and judges 
until Uncle Joe announced with terrific 
emphasis that if there were any further 
interruptions the disturbers would be put 
off the ship. Miss Slocum and her partner 
won in a (fish) walk; but the competitors, 
among whom Miss Granger and Miss Ruth 
Slocum especially attracted much praise, 
showed Terpsichorean skill of the highest 
order. 

OTHER ENTERTAINMENTS. — 

It were an impossible task to commemo- 
rate the numerous entertainments of every 
kind provided by the indefatigable com- 
mittees by formal record in the LOG. 
Perhaps the best of these was announced 
by a poster, which ran: 

GRAND HIPPO FIGHT IN 
THE TANKADROME 

August 15th at 4 p.m. 

THE FAMOUS HIPPODORE 

DON CHAUNCY MACHETTE 

OF CUBA (n. Y.) 

AND 

FOUR DISTINGUISHED SHUTERDOORS. 

PAPETA PACHEETA, QUEEN OF COLON, WILL 

BE IN THE ROYAL BOX WITH THE 

INFANTA OF THE SPILLWAY. 

ENTRANCE FREE. 



Owing to the indisposition of the hippo- 
dore, another and more celebrated per- 
former was announced at the pool side, 
Don Primo de Mayo of Manana, C. Z., 
who appeared to the accompaniment of 
Mendelssohn's Spring Song, played by the 
invisible orchestra. At the appointed 
hour the Queen of Colon (Mrs. Guiter- 
man), lovely in gorgeous mantilla and 
vividly and fascinatingly gowned, and 
accompanied by her aunt The Infanta of 
the Spillway (Mr. Frederic Delano) whose 
brilliant robes, profuse blond locks and 
regal beauty heightened by the use of 
cosmetics caused no slight sensation, made 
a most gracious entrance. They were 
escorted by several attendants, among 
whom Don Sebastiano Armadillo (W. G. 
Hibbard, Jr.) especially attracted the eye, 
his earrings each consisting of a magnifi- 
cent pearl of the size and somewhat the 
texture of a tennis ball causing much ad- 
miring comment. When the Royal party 
was seated the Hippodore (R. May) 
appeared, clad in a single piece bathing 
suit, a scarlet bandanna about his head, 
and a large ornamental butterfly bow of 
scarlet tissue paper tied about his waist; 
with ardent words he addressed the Queen 
of Colon pledging his very life to the 
extirpation of the Hippo. Hardly had the 
words left his lips when a disturbance at 
the further end of the pool drew every eye 
to the bestial roars and plungings of the 
Hippo (W. Townsend) who now had come 
up over the canvas side of the tank and 
was heavily swimming up with threaten- 
ing snorts and roars. Suddenly darted in 
the lithe forms of the Dontmatterdors 
(who flashed so quickly through the water 
that the Editor had time only to recognize 
one of them. It is hardly fair to give his 
name as he must have been the slowest), 
and a really horrible struggle ensued in 
which Hippo was apparently drowned over 
and over again only to rise shaking off his 



plucky tormentors who clung to his great 
bulk like terriers. Suddenly as quickly as 
they had flashed into the pool the Shut- 
erdoors or Dontmatterdors scrambled out 
and were gone. Now the Hippodore ad- 
vanced proudly to the attack flourishing 
a wooden dagger 3 inches long. As the 
Hippo swam heavily toward him the 
valiant Don Mayo, purple with excite- 
ment dived over the head of the approach- 
ing behemoth and swam rapidly to the 
other end of the tank pursued hotly by 
the monster. Scrambling out the hero 
stood again bravely for a moment threat- 
ening his foe with the dagger, and again 
dived over the brute as he came nearer, 
and fled swimming to the other end with 
the great animal in furious pursuit. And 
once more! And then the finale! The 
Hippodore attacks the Hippo in the center 
of the tank, and after a tremendous 
struggle amid the plaudits of the enrap- 
tured throng Don Mayo conquers, — the 
Hippo floats lifeless on the troubled sur- 
face of the ensanguined pool, the color of 
the water being due to the melting of the 
Hippodore's huge scarlet butterfly bow. 

Nor shall we soon forget the evening 
stories told by Uncle Joe — especially 
"Getting to Ankor-Wat: An Experi- 
ence in Cambodia;" the remarkable card 
tricks of the versatile Sherwood Rollins; 
the songs of Ned Weld, especially that 
inimitable lullaby "Buy Low, Sell High." 
Neither shall we fail to preserve grateful 
memories of the music hours, morning and 
evening in the library when Mrs. Moore, 
Mrs. Inches, Mr. Morris, Mr. Rollins and 
many others gave so much pleasure; nor 
the elaborate Houdini tricks of Sailor 
John, which were so brilliantly performed 
and so enthusiastically appreciated. 
Moreover there were several dances on 
board, and lots of informal diversions 
which the Sporting Editor refrains from 
recording. 



F. H. A. — Perhaps the success of the 
trip was largely due to the organized effort 
to give everyone a good time which was 
made by the Finland Harvard Associa- 
tion, its officers and committees. The 
following extracts from the records of the 
Association are presented by the courtesy 
of Mr. Lauren Carroll, the Secretary, 

On August 3, 1915, when the steam- 
ship "Finland" was three days out from 
New York, a meeting of the Harvard men 
on board was held in the smoking room 
of the ship. The eighty-two Harvard men 
present were called to order by Mr. E.G. 
Cullinan, '93, who acted as temporary 
chairman. Mr. J. Edward Weld, '82, 
then stated that the purpose of the meet- 
ing was to form the Finland Harvard 
Association. 

It was thereupon unanimously agreed 
that the men present, as well as the other 
Harvard men on board, should constitute 
the Finland Harvard Association. Mr. 
Thomas W. Slocum, '90, was elected 
president of the Association and imme- 
diately took the chair. After a brief 
speech of acceptance by President Slocum, 
Mr. Lauren Carroll, '06, was elected 
Secretary and Mr. Arthur C. Jackson, '88, 
Treasurer of the Association. The follow- 
ing committees were then elected : 

ENTERTAINMENT COMMITTEE. 

Joseph Linden Smith, Chairman. 

Miss Sedric Williams, Secretary. 

Mrs. W. II. Wade. 

Mrs. R. Kline. 

Mrs. Ilackett. 

Miss Thaxter. 

Miss Inches. 

Miss Granger. 

Miss Slocum. 

W. II. Hibbard, Jr.. '92. 

T. Sheldon, '05. 

G. H. Bigelow. '12. 

J. A. Morris, '1.3. 

G. L. Williams, '16. 

T. T. Mackie, '18. 

J. C. B. Moore, '18. 

Van Duzer Burton, '19. 



IDENTIFICATION COMMITTEE. 

Mrs. Henry W. Hardon, Chairman. 

II. M. Williams, Secretary. 

Mrs. W. H. Slocum. 

Miss Anne Hardon. 

Miss Granger. 

Miss Knauth. 

Miss Weigel. 

J. Edward Weld, '82. 

Minot Simons, '91. 

G. H. Bigelow, '12. 

A. W. Knauth, '12. 

M. H. Leonard, '19. 

RECEPTION COMMITTEE. 

Arthur P. Cushing, '78, Chairman. 

Frederic A. Delano, '85, Vice Chairman. 

A. Wilder Pollard, '83, Secretary. 

J. W. Hawes, '66. 

C. B. Wilby, '70. 

F. P. Fish, '75. 

Winthrop Cowdin, '85. 

W. W. Willard, '87. 

A. C. Jackson, '88. 

Ralph Isham, '89. 

R. E. Kline, '93. 

T. R. Pennypacker, '16. 

PHOTOGRAPHIC COMMITTEE. 
Langdon Simons, '18, Chairman. 
Mrs. II. M. Williams, Secretary. 
Mrs. William Worthington. 
Mrs. F. M. Newton. 
F. W. Cushwa, '07. 
A. W. Knauth, '12. 

LOG COMMITTEE. 
Henry M. Williams, '85, Chairman. 
Miss Violet Edmunds, Secretary. 
Mrs. Dewson. 
Miss M. Strong. 
W. A. Purrington, '73. 
F. A. Delano, '85. 
Arthur Guiterman. 
C. Hackett, '03. 
C. E. Stanton, '03. 
Ralph May, '04. 

SAN DIEGO COMMITTEE. 
Thomas W. Slocum, '90, Chairman. 
Minot Simons, '91, Secretary. 
J. Edward Weld, '82. 
E. C. Cullinan, 93. 
T. R. Pennypacker, '16. 



Informal meetings of the Association 
were held in the smoking room on various 
days at five p.m. On August 15, after the 
unexpected delay at Gatun, President 
Slocum called another full meeting of the 
Association. Eighty-six Harvard men 
attended the m.eeting with President 
Slocum in the chair. President Slocum 
stated that because of the delay, resulting 
from the slide at Culebra, it was extremely 
doubtful whether the passengers would be 
landed at San Francisco before Sunday 
morning, August 22, This would be just 
too late for the Associated Harvard Clubs' 
meeting fixed for August 20 and 21. He 
said that the date had originally been 
fixed by the Eastern Harvard Clubs, and 
had already been changed once, in order 
to fit in with the sailing of the "Finland." 
He stated that he had cabled from 
Panama to Mr. Thomas, President of the 
Harvard Club of San Francisco, and that 
it was possible but quite improbable that 
a further adjournment would be made. 
Mr. Slocum stated, however, that the ship 
would reach San Diego on Friday morn- 
ing, August 20, and that it was important 
that as many men as possible should land 
at San Diego and go by train to San 
Francisco. In this way, it would be 



possible to reach the latter city early 
Saturday morning and to go with the 
Associated Harvard Clubs to Mt. Tamal- 
pais and to attend the banquet at the 
Palace Hotel in the evening. It was 
thereupon moved and seconded, that a 
committee of three be appointed by the 
chair to ascertain by canvass of the 
members of the Finland Harvard Asso- 
ciation, how many of them would land at 
San Diego and proceed to San Francisco 
by train. After considerable discussion, 
the motion was adopted and the chair 
appointed Mr. J. Edward Weld, '82, 
Mr. Minot Simons, '91, and Mr. T. T. 
Mackie, '18, as the committee to make 
the canvass. 

Mr. H. M. Williams, '85, then made a 
full report concerning the progress of the 
Log Book Committee. 

The meeting adjourned subject to call. 

The canvass showing a large majority 
desired to land at San Diego and take this 
proposed special train to San Francisco, 
the plan was adopted. 

The Harvard men who remained on the 
ship joined the others at San Francisco in 
time for the Associated Harvard Clubs 
banquet. 



LOGRHYTHMS 



This is the happy-ship, "Finland." 
Where all the arrangements are odd; 

Where the Pollards alone speak to Cap- 
tains 
And the Captains speak only to God. 



The anchor's down at Colon Town, 

The Doctor is at hand 
To sound our lungs, inspect our tongues, 

And give us leave to land. 



The tropic breeze across the seas 
Blows sweet as powdered orris; 

We're anxious for to go ashore — 
But where is Mr. Morris? 



Uncle Joseph Linden Smith 
Is no Oriental myth. 
He's a man of parts and pith 
Uncle Joseph Linden Smith. 



Lines Written on Observing a Vacancy 
Occasioned by the Removal of an Incisor 
Tooth from the Upper Maxillary of Mr. 
William G. Hibbard, Jr. 

Though many tales are put across 
Concerning William Hibbard's loss, 
This here's the simple truth: 
He tried to make a passage wide 
By biting through Culebra slide, 
And thus he broke his tooth. 



A yachtsman bold is Admiral Pollard 
In his snow-white uniform, cuffed and 

collared. 
The Captain remains his particular chum, 
With a yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum ! 



Whene'er I view the landscape o'er, 
I see a Williams — maybe four; 
A Williams here, a Williams there, 
A Williams in a steamer-chair, 
A Williams where the shade is cool, 
A Williams in the swimming pool, 
A Williams fore, a Williams aft. 
Or anywhere about the craft. 
But, be the weather calm or rough, 
There can't be Williamses enough. 



Young Ned Weld of '82 

Hasn't got a thing to do 

But practice law and jolly men 

And talk to ladies now and then. 

And shuffle cards and have his fling. 

And teach young glee clubs how to sing. 

We're steaming toward the Golden Gate 
With just as rich and strange a freight 
As any steamer, sloop or proah 
Since Hawes and Clifford sailed with 

Noah. 
Our decks and cabins all are full. 
We bring a Swann, a Wolff, a Bull, 
A Coffin, Griffin, Fish and Fry, 
A Sheriff, too, — I wonder why.' 
Love, Joy and Gold, — the best of earth, — 
Besides two Virgins and a Birth. 
Our hearts are brave; and even though 
The stormy winds begin to blow. 
Since through Culebra Cut we swam 
We do not give a Gatun Dam. 



OWED TO AN ELECTRIC FAN. 

Oh! fan perched high in cabin hot, 
All day your gentle whirring 
Resounds like bees around a hive; 
What air there is gets stirring. 
At morn and evening while I dress 
I point you at the angle 
That reaches what there's left of me 
E'en though my hair you tangle. 



A CONVERSATION WITH A 
PNEUMATIC MATTRESS. 

A Tragedy in One Berth. 
A sweet-faced steward to a berth assigned 

me, 
And there to Morpheus gently I resigned 

me; 
But scarcely had I touched my downy 

couch 
When someone seemed to murmur gently, 

"Ouch." 
I flinched; a wee small voice admonished, 

"Hush," 
Then contrapuntal-like came "Rot" and 

"Tush." 
'Twas just beginning: slippers, shoes and 

gowns 
Seemed vitalized with ugly verbs and 

nouns : 
Vituperation, gossip, slander, slang, 
Throughout the vast expanse of that room 

rang. 
I swore and swearing seemed to fill the 

air — 
All had conspired to torture silence there; 
I raved till raving left me nearly dead. 
Then turned, as worms will do, upon my 

bed, 
And there the mystery was solved quite — 
These mattresses pneumatic leak by night 
Alackaday! Alas! Ah, woe is me, 
I loathe these whispering mattresses at 



A "FINLAND " GARDEN OF 
BEDTIME VERSE. 

Nice young men, so tall and stately, 
We admire you very greatly 
Making lovely panoramas 
Sitting 'round in your pajamas. 
Still — I hope I'm not too prudish, — 
Are you not a trifle nudish.? 

It is your privilege, my son. 
To go to bed at twelve or one; 
And yet it is not quite the thing 
At such an hour to shout and sing; 
While whistling "Very like a Rose" 
May interrupt a pleasant doze; 
And even on the rolling deep 
Some humdrum people like to sleep. 

Ladies sleeping on the decks 
Sometimes look like Utter Wrecks. 
Which of them would not prefer 
That you did not stare at her? 
Kindly do not draw your chair up 
Till at least, they've put their hair up. 



THE MAIDENS' PRAYER. 

The Maidens yearned for their Beauty 
Sleep 

(Oh, "Finland's" Beauty fair!) 
They brought their couches in a heap: 

(Of air and eke of hair!) 
They brought their covers snowy white 

(Oh, "Finland's" Laundry clean!) 
They spread them in the tropic night 

Each maid a midnight queen! 
Alas! who sitteth calmly there? 

(Oh, hero undismayed!) 
Accompanied by matrons fair 

By straws and lemonade? 
In vain they wander round and round 

(Oh, "Finland's" maidens sweet!) 
And sigh to see their Holy Ground 

Still 'neath their Hero's feet. 



Oh, Uncle Joe! we love you so! 

(Oh, "Finland" maidens' prayer!) 
But if you love your nieces : Go ! 

And seek another chair. 
The boat is large that fact is plain! 

(Oh, Finnish decks are wide!) 
There are the bows — the hurricane — 

And eke the other side! 
The clock has past the stroke of ten 

(Oh, time that speeds so fast!) 
So leave us — Dearest — Best of Men ! 

And let us sleep at last! 
By day we worship at thy feet 

(Oh Draughtsman we adore!) 
We'd fain gain strength in slumber sweet 

To wake — and love thee more ! 



SEAWEED WIDOWS. 

(After the departure from San Diego.) 

We are the seaweed widows. 
Hark to our tale of woe! 
Our husbands 4 have gone ashore 
And that's what grieves us so. 

We have seen the Exposition, 
We have seen the mountains high 



We have seen the gallant Harvard 
Go sailing proudly by. 

We have our daughters with us. 
Young friends and a niece or more. 
But they're seedy weedy looking, 
And their hearts are all ashore. 

Nobody's dressed for dinner. 
Mercy! why should we dress? 
Put on our furs and laces 
For twenty men or less? 

The Banquet Hall's deserted 
Our megaphone man is gone 
And other empty places 
Are making us forlorn. 

One of us tries deception! 
Brazens it out that she 
Is happy without her husband 
Says "I don't care a two-penny D.' 

Ah, no! we are Seaweed Widows 
The Parson called us so 

And though he's a U n. 

The Parson ought to know. 



CATA-LOG 

List of First Cabin Passengers^ in which Harvard Men are Distin- 
guished by Certain Nmnerals Set After their Names to Indicate the 
Respective Tears in 'which they were^ should have been^ will he^ or 
should be Graduated. 



Abbott, Mr. Samuel 
Ackerman, Mrs. E. L. 
Alland, Mr. Maurice 
Alland, Mr. Samuel 
Andrianoff, Mr. John P. 
Ashmead, Mr. J. Edward ("03) 
Ashmead, Mrs. 
Atlee, Mr. George Fox 
Austin, Mr. Jame.s W. ('88) 
Austin. Mr. Richard ('96) 

Baizley, Mr. Rudolph R. 

Bate.s, Mr. Robert W. ("11) 

Bates, Miss C. Dorothea 

Benton, Mr. Edward R. ("75) 

Biechele, Miss Florence B. 

Bigelow. Dr. Enos H. C%%) 

Bigelow, Mrs. 

Bigelow, Mr. George H. ('!<) 

Birth. Miss M. 

Blake, Miss Dorothy T. 

Blankenship, Miss Byrd M. 

Blumer, Mr. J. 

Blumer. Mrs. 

Blumer. Master Karl 

Blumer. Miss Rita 

Blumer, Miss Sylvana 

Borcherling, Mrs. Charles 

Bosher, Jr., Dr. Robert S. 

Bosher, Mrs. R. S. 

Brazer, Mr. Ralph F. 

Brazer, Mr. Norman ('18) 

Brazer, Miss Helen I. 

Brazer, Miss Hilda F. 

Brunning, Mr. Henry 

Bryan. Dr. G. H. 

Bryan, Miss Eleanor 

Bryan, Miss Elizabeth. 

Buckley, Mr. Norman Alexander ('H) 

Buell, Mrs. George C. 

Buell. Mr. Robert L. ("19) 

Buell, Mr. Edward 

Bull. Mr. Charles C. 



Bullard, Mr. John M. ("13) 
Burkhard, Mr. Arthur (Instr.) 
Burt, Mr. H. Pierson ('08) 
Burt, Mr. Grinnell ('08) 
Burt, Mrs. Louisa P. 
Burton, Mr. Van Duzer ('19) 
Burton, Miss Catherine Sayre 
Bush, Miss Lydia 

Call. Mr. John 

Carnegie, Mr. George Lauder 

Carnegie, Mrs. 

Carroll, Mr. Lauren ('06) 

Cary, Mr. Thomas ('74) 

Gary, Mrs. 

Cheever, Miss Louisa S. 

Cheney, Mr. Charles W. ("15) 

Cheney, Miss Ruth 

Cheney, Mr. William H. 

Clark, Mr. Thomas W. ('98) 

Clifford, Mr. Charles W. ('65) 

Clifford. Mr. John H. ('Oil) 

Coan, Miss Marian 

Cobb. Mrs. R. L. 

Codman, Mrs. E. D. 

Codman, Miss 

Coffin. Mr. Harry R. ('94) 

Coffin, Miss Laura S. 

Cole, Miss Edna 

CoUins, Mr. Grillet N. 

Coolidge, Mr. D. H. ('86) 

Cowdin, Mr. Winthrop ('85) 

Cowdin, Mrs. 

Cox, Jr.. Mr. Attilla 

Cox. Mrs. 

Cox, Miss Harriet R. 

Cullinan, Mr. E. C. ('93) 

Currier, Mrs. W. M. 

Curry. Mr. P. H. 

Curtis, Mr. C. C. ('19) 

Curtis, Mrs. J. B. 

Gushing. Mr. Arthur P. ('78) 

Cushwa. Mr. F. W. (G. '04) 



Daland, Mr. Tucker ('73) 

Daland, Mrs. 

Daland, Miss 

Dale, Miss Agnes 

Daution, Mr. Elie 

Daution, Mrs. 

Daution, Miss Georgette 

Daution, Miss Elsie 

David, Mrs. E. W. 

Davis, Mr. Harold H. ('17) 

Day, Rev. John W. ('85) 

Delano, Frederic A. ('85) 

Delano, Miss Louise 

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EPI-LOG 

All the Editors of the Log having died of severe appHcation and 
extreme perplexity, it is fitting that a brief eulogy of these well- 
intentioned but inevitably misunderstood persons be written, though 
by an unknown pen. They did their best, sacrificing much time that 
should have been devoted to having fun. They burned much mid- 
night oil to make everybody happy. They were tender hearted, 
guiltless of mahce, and ever prayed that they might add no tincture 
of gall to anyone's cup of honey. In brief, they yearned to evolve a 
Log that should please all and grieve none. Realizing their failure, 
they expired. Peace to their ashes! 







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The Gatuu Locks : 



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Backbone of the Continent. 
Looking toward the Atlantic Mouth of the Canal. 




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near till' I'acijic nid of tin- (anal. 

The Canal : Entrance to Gatun Locks. 

A Street in Empire. C. Z. 



l\nun>ia : The S.a U\,ll. 

The Canal: Go!d HilL from Cnlebra. 

Panama : Las Mercedes Church. 



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